by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
I only went shopping on Black Friday once about 25 years ago, and that was enough for me. (I had to wait for over two hours in line at a K-Mart and vowed "never again!")
Of course, there's a very good reason for me NOT to shop on Black Friday. With so many of my relatives gone, I hardly have any gifts to buy anymore. And I got hints from my brother yesterday that he wants to stop exchanging gifts. Why? Because he's come to the age when he can afford to buy anything he wants and ... he doesn't want much of anything anymore. I could never understand it when my parents said the same thing years ago, but I guess everybody hits that stage, because I now feel the same way.
Do I want anything for Christmas? Well, yes. There's a book I want to read, and a cup I'd like. But other than that ... I can't think of a thing. These days my greatest pleasure is going out to lunch once (and sometimes twice) a week with Mr. L. Being with him is the best gift I could imagine.