A Saturday is not typical around here, simply because there are no typical days. This particular weekend has been full of friends, family, thanks and giving. And Thanksgiving with friends and family.
I started off this Thanksgiving Thursday with my boyfriend’s family at a serene lake house that on the inside was filled with warmth, family, friends, food and laughter. The outside took you to a fire pit, to paths cleared through the woods, all with lake views.
Friday was interesting, as some malls in the area opened up at midnight in anticipation of ‘˜Black Friday,’ sales. Other stores opened at three or four AM. A paper that the boy’s parents picked up in town and graciously brought out to us was packed with ‘˜Black Friday’ ads. We enjoyed an early morning of perusing the ads and declaring there was nothing in there that if we didn’t have, would become a matter of life or limb, which is our criteria for buying (most) items. It is also my criteria for going to the Emergency Department, but that story is for another day.
We had an awesome breakfast of pumpkin oatmeal (recipe to come), watched the news (a complete coverage of ‘˜Black Friday,’ including in-store coverage at area malls and retail outlets. A bit much? I think so). Watched Toy Story 3 and The Expendables, which are both great movies. The Expendables ended up getting watched again. I highly recommend watching it. Or owning it, if you can. We romped with the dog outside, and then turned in early, as today was an early day.
The alarm went off around the time I went to bed. We had errands to run in town, but had to be back by a certain time, which necessitated leaving the house at 7am, so we could get stuff done and be back. Of course, not many places are open at close to 8, so we drove around, bid adieu to The Expendables and started our holiday shopping.
As my family and friends are (I hope) among some of my readers, I won’t give away too much. All I will say is that the boy and I both agreed that the Saturday after Thanksgiving is the day to do shopping.
We headed back to the country, because since our dryer broke almost two weeks ago, we decided to just replace both sets and ordered a front loading set that was to be delivered today. It’s a good thing Home Depot was true to their word on delivery, since we were both running out of clean, presentable clothes.
The machine is currently making strange noises, akin to a pre-loaded cell phone ring. I am laughing, and for the second time in my life, looking forward to doing laundry. More about the first time, later. Suffice to say, it involved a front-loading machine.
The boy is freaking out every time the machines sing, and the dog is staring curiously into the mudroom. In between rounds of “heck no, this singing has got to stop,” the boy is laughing as well. The dog just looks confused. Welcome to a typical day.