Friday, November 25, 2011

Thanksgiving Night

My kids were with their dad's family this holiday, and as much as they were missed, I wouldn't say I hated the lack of drama and slapstick with my meal. Later, after my younger bro and his wife had left for their second Thanksgiving, I pushed for a night walk.

Our walk was already spectacular when we found these flowers made of repurposed books in the lit window of an empty building.

And we hadn't even made it to the creepy Christmas village.

The ability to move around freely, unhindered by cranky little people, made me want to do something even more crazy - like go on a carni ride at the deserted Christmas village.The problem was they all looked like baby rides. My middle bro encouraged me to approach one of the ride operators about my dilemma.

Is this ride for kids?

"It's for everybody."

But is it really for kids?

"It's a family ride."

But it looks like it's for kids.

"Anyone can go on it."

Is it really for kids?


My family stood back a ways, waiting with pleasant smiles during the interrogation. This is what I love about my family: sometimes, we call each other on stuff, and sometimes, we talk about each other quietly out of earshot . . . but regardless, we're always watching, always judging.

At midnight, my mother and I made it out to Black Friday, another activity I campaigned for in the name of no kids. I wanted to get a vacuum and maybe some socks. This is clearly the kind of shopping that demands you give up sleep.It was entertaining to see the people running through the door for the half-off TV's.

Until we saw the line to get in. Nevermind about the vacuum.

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