I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving full of family, friends, and good food. We went to our oldest son’s house. He and his wife put on a magnificent spread, despite the fact he broke his leg this week. His in-laws were there as well as our other sons and their families, my mother, and brother and his family. It was a houseful and absolutely wonderful. I am so very, very thankful for all of the blessing bestowed upon me and my family.
I’m yawning as I write this, which is good since I plan on calling it an early night. My daughter-in-law is picking me up at 4 AM so we can hit the stores. I’m not a huge Black Friday fan, but since my son (as mentioned above is in a cast) can’t join her, I said I would.
My niece told us a story about last year’s Black Friday at the store she works at in downtown St. Paul. A woman was checking out at my niece’s register and a man came along, lifted the woman’s baby (in an infant carrier) out of the shopping cart, set the carrier on the floor, and started to walk off with the cart. My niece stopped him and told him to put the baby back in the cart. He said no, that he needed the cart. She told him again to put the cart and the baby back. She said it was a stand off—over a shopping cart of all things—which ultimately ended with him leaving the cart and stomping off. I know carts are hard to come by on Black Friday, but good grief! You had to hear my niece tell the story—she’s a little thing, but a gymnast, and very strong willed.
On the writing side of things, I’m finishing up the synopsis for the collaborative story I’m working with another author, and the fourth Quinter brother story is coming along very nicely.
Once more—Happy, happy Thanksgiving all!