It is Saturday morning. "I" and I hit the floor at 3:30, but not running. She went outside with me following as far as the porch. We both stood shivering in the darkness. We silently looked at each other and then turned and came back into the house. She ran back into the bedroom, burrowing under the covers with the sleeping Emperor. I cup in hand, awake but definitely not bushy tailed. Sit once again at the computer. Waiting for words to put into my pocket for my trip to Blogland. I'm afraid my pocket may be rather empty today.
Yesterday was what they call the biggest shopping day of the year. My daughter called in the late afternoon to tell of her great buys. She spent almost fourteen hours, standing in lines, shopping and going to different stores. When I was born they left the shopping bug out of me.
Now I love clothes. I love new clothes. The more clothes and shoes I can stuff into my closet and storage tubs the better I like it. I wonder sometimes how I accumulate all these belongings. Because I do not like going to stores and buying them. I refuse to try clothes on. I suppose that's the reason I have so many that do not fit right.
I love the "NBC" store. And every few months I venture out there. I love shopping on the net. But I do not like going to other stores or the Mall. I do not like to shop sales. I want to go to a store. Get something and get out, period. I get dizzy thinking about going to stand in line for hours to get something cheap. I do like cheap but I could never be able to go do those Black Friday sales even if I could see good.
Once years ago when there was a K-Mart here in Joplin. They were having a red light special. I had never been to one before. They were having it in the evening. Billie asked me to go. It was a horrific experience. They would roll these carts around that had a light on top. Then they would stop at a counter of some sort of merchandise and turn on the light. And for ten minutes it would be cheap, real cheap. A huge crowd, mostly ladies of course would surge to the counter. Pushing, shoving to get to the bargain before it was gone. That child pulled me all over that store. Rushing from one red light to another. She would grab my arm, "Push through Mother," she would say as we made our way to the front of the line. I never forgot that night. I took a vow I would never go to another Red Light special again and I haven't.
I love the sales on the Internet. I love when I get a email saying 30 or 40 percent off. I crowd right to the front of the computer for one of those. That's my way to go shopping.
I had a throw away day yesterday. While all the folks were shoving and pushing each other I just lazed out. I did very little. I sort of let the day slide away. No crowded stores for me. If I was rich, if I ever win the Power Ball. I will have a personal shopper. Someone to whom I can say go buy something in blue and no high collars, please. Now that's the way I would like to shop.
I'm right in the middle of Blogland now. I see no left over crowds from Black Friday. Maybe they don't have that here. Hmmmm, whats this? A ladies shoe. Some woman must have lost it. Maybe they had a big sale here after all. I'm glad I missed it. I'm walking now. Humming a little as I go. I may go home and have some cake. I love leftovers. To heck with the diet. I'm ouuta here.
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