That will take a couple of days. There are still 2 albums to upload, and that takes time.
But I'm getting there.
Anywhoo, we did hit the stores on Black Friday, as we are wont to do every year. Thankfully, there were no murderous crowds out there. I am talking about the incident in NYC where one poor Wal-Mart employee got trampled to death by an unruly mob of shoppers. I just don't get it. What cheap crap can be so important as to justify the trampling of some poor employee? Really people. You should be ashamed.
And Merry Xmas to you all.
And this is the thing with the Holidays. We get so focused on the presents and on the crass comercialism of the whole thing, that we forget that this is supposed to be the time to do the whole "Peace on Earth" thing. Or at least celebrate the fact that winter is supposed to be coming to an end in the not too distant future, and that the sun will shine again for more hours.
Whatever your beliefs are, it is not worth the hassle of picking up stuff just for the sake of picking up stuff, endangering life and limb, and faking the Ho-Ho-Ho's. These are the kinds of things that have really killed Christmas for me. (And this is not a pun.)
I remember talking to my therapist one year, and telling her that I could not figure out why I felt so depressed. She told me "It's the holidays."
"Yeah," I said. "But if it is the holidays, why is it that I can't feel happy?"
"This is the problem with you Christians," she said. "You hype this thing so much, that if you don't feel jolly, you get depressed. We, Jews, on the other hand, commemorate tragedies. So if we're not depressed in a holiday, we're ahead of the game."
She had a point, I must say. And she did make my Christmas more cheerful.
I don't want to pull a "Bah, humbug," thing here. What I am trying to say is that the Holidays are not about the presents, and that they shouldn't be.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy opening packages, and I love seeing a pile of boxes wrapped in cheerful Christmas paper under the tree just like the next Joe. I also enjoy picking up presents for my friends and relations. But when this whole thing becomes *just* about the presents, and we start picking up stuff just because we are supposed to, the whole thing loses its shine.
"So why do you do Black Friday?" You may ask. "Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"
Well, I enjoy Black Friday for Black Friday's sake. I has become some sort of family tradition. We get to the Mall at around 7 a.m., and leave before noon. Sometimes we find something good, and sometimes we just sit down by Starbucks, get some coffee and do some people watching.
But mostly, I do get to revamp my winter wardrobe. The rest of my Xmas purchasing is mostly done online. Unless my gifts go to SCAdians, whereas I can do some of my shopping at Holiday Faire.
At any rate, this year I contributed to the economy by scoring a pair of "happening" booties, which I hope I will be able to wear since they are higher than my usual footwear. But they are darling and if I break an akle while wearing them, they will be worth the pain.
I also managed to get some pieces for my incredibly shrinking wardrobe. Taking into account that I finally managed to clean up my closet, and accept the fact that I had to part with some of my favorite clothes, some stuff that is cute and actually fits me was a welcome addition to the menagerie of garments.
Here's to hope.
In the meantime, it's back to the Salt Mines.
The whip is cracking up, and that doesn't sound like St. Nick calling on Rudolph.