Never. Period.
I doan even allow the suggestion of a foray on Black Friday. It's mah idea
of the 4th Bolge. But thas' personal. Fer all y'all who find it entertainin',
more fun to ya'.
So I'se heah.
Alone.
Uncle departed wif' glee late mornin' fer his huntin' camp. Wif' equal
glee I let the quiet envelop me. No music, no TV, no phones. No voices.
Whirled half a head of lettuce wif' unfiltered apple juice in the blender--
giv'n mah liver a break on the Day After.
I sat in a chair not really readin', jes' soggin'. The wind is from the southwest
today--it hints of rain.
In the quiet, I roam from room to room. The flowers is the onliest reminder that yesterday were a flurry of folks an' food.
Now I'se perched on mah bed in yoga pants an' a big shirt ( I doan do yoga, but they's comfortable an' ya could answer the door in 'em) wif' impossibly
jumbled titles:
Murder in the Latin Quarter (Carla Black)
Intellectuals (Paul Johnson)( a resource over the years to
the various "movements")
Novena to St. Joseph
Florida Gardener's Resource
Traveling with Pomegranates (Sue Monk Kidd)
Nullification (Thomas Woods, Jr.)
The Blue Sky Book (my Fourth Grade Reader)
( somewhar' a sis has the Yellow Sun reader. )Catalogs:
Bliss
Peruvian Connection
Williams Sonoma
Grange Les Meubles de Famille
Pinetree Seeds
Brookstone
How can fightin' fer a parkin' space beat this?
What does y'all do on the Day After Thanksgiving? The Weekend After?
New Post on Back Porch: Daddy, Before You Go
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