my anti-Black Friday
I’ve always been wary of our consumer culture. I’d read once that our economy is based not on buying but on frenzied buying. That’s more than a little sad to my way of looking at things, but what’s worse is that by 4:30 this very morning, I already saw posts on Facebook by people I’m related to saying how mad the shopping is out there.
Determined not to be a typical Consumer Culture Casualty, for years I have spent Black Friday in the wholly un-American pastime of not shopping but rather going to the woods for a day of frolic. So in a little while we’ll be packing the Prolechariot (the name my son gave to my red pickup) with a day’s supplies, getting out of the way as the dogs leap into the back seat (in their own kind of frenzy), then steering toward our little cabin in the woods. The forecast calls for nearly 50 degrees down there, though that will probably only occur for a few minutes late in the afternoon, but if we keep busy, sawing logs, or rambling in the forest, or throwing sticks for the dogs, we should stay warm enuf and have a good day. Traditionally we have a campfire, and I see no reason not to do so this year too.
And then we’ll return home in the gathering dark and hear the accounts of others who took themselves into the manufactured and manipulative mass madness of shopping for “deals” and be grateful that we are not part of that.
How will you/did you spend the day?