I hate Black Friday.
Well maybe hate is too strong a word but it is not that far off, at least at this particular moment in time.
Daughter called last night to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving and to ask for help trying to fix her computer.
Didn’t take long to determine that ‘puter is on its last legs and dying. Wasn’t thrilled nor surprised to hear it.
Just another case of money in/money out.
Adjust Your Attitude
Going to the malls/stores on Black Friday really shouldn’t be compared to war because no one is intentionally trying to kill you.
They may elbow, trample, step on or hit you with a cart, but that is ok because 3% off of a Kate Spade knockoff is worth it.
It is possible I might have a bad attitude about shopping on this particular day and that I probably shouldn’t be listening to Enter Sandman or Crazy Train while searching for a parking space.
I tried shopping from Jack’s secret hideaway oasis but I haven’t found anything that I am comfortable purchasing so I have to go out.
Daughter needs a computer and since my baby girl isn’t a 70s kid like myself I have to make sure she has a computer to do her work.
Google Docs, the Net and more is required today and it doesn’t pay to say I remember when everyone knew what a Carbon Copy was or the importance of pressing firmly because the third copy is yours.
I don’t mind making sure she has what she needs for school because education is of paramount importance to me.
So if going to the store is what I have to do to make sure things run smoothly for her I can do that.
What I Realized Is…
I haven’t seen my kids in person since August 26th and Facetime just isn’t cutting it.
Fortunately I know it won’t be much longer because I bought a ticket to fly out to see them and I have less than a month to go.
And I know that living apart is temporary and that this is all being done for the right reasons. It is all in the name of setting things up for a better life for all of us.
I am not the first to do it, not by a long shot and in many ways I have it much easier.
Ask my relatives who sailed from the old country to America and they’d tell you so. Granted they are all long gone, but if they weren’t they’d talk about waiting for letters or maybe telegrams.
They’d talk about years gone by without seeing relatives and I have nothing like that.
I am grateful for what I do have and the knowledge that I can do this to do more for my family.
Told them to be prepared for a bigger and longer hug…more than once.
I miss those rug rats. 😉