“once you go Black, you’ll never go back”
For years Phred and my Dad used to go shopping on Black Friday. Last year several stores including WalMart began opening up late on Thanksgiving night to get a jump on the Black Friday shopping sales. Apparently it was a smashing success because many, many other stores not only followed suit, but also open even earlier on Thanksgiving day than ever before.
I learned earlier this year that The Auteur, her mother and 1B have a participated in the Black Friday for years as well. For the last few weeks, The Auteur was on-again, off-again about the prospect of cutting Thanksgiving festivities short in order to score some killer deals on potential Christmas gifts. Between her Black Friday watch and our constant perusal of store sale flyers, we came to the conclusion that some of this years deals were a little too good to pass up.
Things worked out pretty nicely this year. We went to LeRoy’s house for turkey dinner on Thursday and then head out to WalMart where – yes, members of the blogosphere – I took part in my first EVER Black Friday on Thursday. The Auteur got what she was looking for. Likewise, with some effort Rob’s 2013 equivalent of the Official Red Ryder Carbine Action 200 Shot Range Model Air Rifle: the XBox 360.
Earlier this summer, one of The Auteur’s friends had this idea: that I should get an X Box for both The Kid and myself, get some head-phones and the XBox Live service so we can play games together via the Internet. Evidently, Jabba had the same idea and made the same suggestion. Mom & Dad have agreed to pick me up an X Box; I’ll be taking care of The Kid’s system.
I was shocked at how well planned everything was at the WalMart by LeRoy’s house. Doorbuster items were set up throughout the store, with mylar baloons indicating their locations. Greeters were located at the entrances, as usual; but this time they had maps and charts with the locations of said doorbuster items. Cash register lines were grouped by threes to keep aisles as clear as possible. It was a much, much different experience than you local news or YouTube would have you believe.
- Is Thanksgiving day the new Black Friday? (reviews.cnet.com)
- ‘Black Friday’ Brawl: Officer Injured at California Wal-Mart on Thanksgiving (breitbart.com)
- Wal-Mart: Most Successful Black Friday in History (hapblog.com)
My son and I made it back into Michigan late Saturday night. Sunday was a slow day around the home front, as we picked up my brother, his family and my sister from the airport. They were tired. We were tired. Everyone basically went home and crashed. Today I took my son to play minautre golf and ride go karts, as you may have seen in the previous post.
This past Thursday night the STBX hands me a copy of the separation agreement that her lawyer wrote up. It looks pretty straight-forward but I’m still going to have a professional review it for me. The stink of it is that there are a few things in there that she and I did not agree to. I don’t know what she was thinking giving it to me on a Thursday night. Surely she realizes that I wasn’t going to get anyone to look at it before Monday at the absolute earliest. Maybe she wasn’t thinking at all. Maybe it was all to well orchestrated: give it to me the night before I drive 800 miles across 5 states so I can just stew on it.
I did not shed a single tear when I left The House this time. It is no longer my home; nor did it feel as such. I know I’m in a better place today emotionally than I was 5 weeks ago, but I still feel that there’s a big void inside of me. I have no desire to get back together with her; but since a large part of my life was defined by our relationship, it;s going to take time for me to rediscover myself again.
That’s what this blog is all about.
It’s been so much fun having my son here with me. Thank God I still have two more days with him. I cannot imagine how difficult these next few months are going to be as we all get back to our regularly-scheduled lives. If I’m lucky, the next time I see him will probably be Thanksgiving, maybe even Christmas.
Divorce truly brings out the worst in the people you think you know best. I’m not sure what’s worse – events that are unfolding now or knowing in hindsight that these feelings were obviously festering for some time.