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Cats are funny sometimes- one minute they're nuzzling against you with absolute affection, purring softly while they gladly receive your love, and the next minute they're charging through 8 inches of snow into the neighbor's yard without looking back.
A few posts ago I wrote about my indecisiveness regarding attending my first ever Black Friday shopping spree that is an annual event with the women of my husband's family. After acknowledging my inability to relax my disgust over what Black Friday essentially stands for, I made the decision to stay home and sleep in. Today I saw videos that solidified my take on this showcase of all that is wrong with the consumer today.
Ugh! Here it is, about to be Thanksgiving already. I love Fall, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the holiday 'hustle and bustle', but it can be difficult to simply enjoy the busy energy of the season without taking on extra stress and negativity.
This morning I received a very special surprise- my weekly delivery of goat's milk arrived early, and along with it an egg carton with 4 pristine duck eggs inside.
Every year for the duration of the soon-to-be 8 years my husband and I have been together, I have been invited on his family's women-only shopacolypse event that occurs on Black Friday. And as long as I have been old enough to understand what Black Friday is, I have despised it- first for my inability to get anywhere as a younger adult, then for the absolute greed and gluttony I believe it exemplifies now. In fact, last year I'm pretty sure I blogged about how to not want to buy stuff, and how I checked out of Black Friday by leaving town for the safe and quiet comforts of Alpena, MI, a tiny town waaaay up north and out of Black Friday's storm path. This year, though, I must have lost all sense of reason, because I have RSVP'd to shop with the rest of the freaks on the Day After Thanksgiving.
I've finally broken my husband down to the point at which he has given up fighting me about running. He's given several really ridiculous excuses (he has an 'addicitive personality' and thinks he will get addicted to running and lose all his free time), claimed his knees hurt too much when he has run in the past, and flat out refused. But now, he has finally realized: resisitance is futile. He signed up for his first 5K last week.
My husband has gotten very excited lately about water. Alkaline water, that is. We've loosely discussed getting 'a filter or something' for our tap at home to remove some of the known carcinogens in city tap water like flouride. but have never gotten very serious about it. The topic came up a few months ago, but we had flashbacks of our attempt at using the Brita several years agao and I think boith of us shudder when we imagine having to purchase endless filters. Apparently The Watershed in Delta Twp. has an answet to the million-filter question, so I stopped in to do some water recon earlier this week.
I'm currently summing up how much courage I have. I'd like to go to Sparrow Hospital's ER to visit a fellow runner who went down hard today at a race. He left in an ambulance and on oxygen, leaving a dumbfounded crowd of onlookers who just got their first vision of someone throwing up that wasn't a kid. I feel nervous to visit this fellow athlete because I don't even know them, and I don't know if it's weird to want to see someone make it out OK, even if they are a perfect stranger.
Considering a dog, my husband and I recently met a fostered rescue named Kingston. He was just what we were hoping for: funny, silly, affectionate, and good with our extremely irritated group of resident felines. We fell for his handsome appearance and huge goofy grin, so it gave us pause when we were reminded that Kingston would most likely receive negative feedback from humans everywhere.
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