When Black Friday Comes
Most of the dishes are clean,what food wasn't distributed has been put away, and you will NOT get me near a shopping mall.
Thanksgiving was the BEST. No family, no fights. No weird vibes. No martyrs. Just friends and bliss. And food buzzes all around.
But, it was also the end of an era. Schmoop and Stucco have hied north, for good. I'm still letting it sink in.
No, I'm not letting it sink in. I'm fighting it, like Declan fights sleep. Like Jack fights waking.
I have a lot of acquaintances, a few friends, but not a lot of friends who know me. There is a difference. S & S are in the tight circle of those who know me (there are a few of you out there, and you know who you are). God knows why they want to be there, but they are, and I say thank you.
Schmoop's one of my Messy Kitchen Friends. If you don't know what that means, I can't explain it to you, not without crying.
I guess I could look at it this way. I'm losing friends who are close and close by, but I'm gaining a vacation spot.
Hmm. Nope. Still feels hollow.