I grab a small, cheap, fake wood spool tangled with BLACK thread out of the center of the clear glass cookie jar. The thread is black as night during an eclipse. It is as black as a pupil in the center of an eye in the dark. It is blacker than baa baa black sheep. It is a deep, pure black with a richness to it that contrasts with the paucity of color in the spool.
The thread unwinds loosely on the desk. It catches the pen, the paper clips, spilling out until I snatch it up and rewind it and set it back from the clutter.
As it once again tangles itself- this time in my paperwork- it brings Black Friday to mind.
Thanksgiving is coming and I think to myself that just as Christmas tries to overshadow Thanksgiving, Black Friday tries to outpace both Christmas and turkey day.
The anticipation of "the bargain"builds with each advertisement - even the darlings get caught up in the next new thing- while once upon a time as a youngster I was caught up in making pies with Grandma and tracing my hands on construction paper and coloring the outline to make it look like the celebratory bird.
I look at the line it makes meandering through my things and I think that like the black thread tangling without my consent, Black Friday tangles itself into a time that is all about family and friends, food and fellowship. I have never been a shopper but even I have a 9 AM date Friday . to take advantage of a local shop with a great sale.
Today, as I chop and sautee, prepping with little ones clamoring about my feet, I have set the spool way back from the frenzy that is my desk space so it will sit quietly and I can enjoy this day of preparation. I look forward to morning, to baking pies and filling the house with the smell of pumpkin and spice, onions and pepper while the wee ones play with legos and transformers handed down through two generations. I am excited to be joining my daughter and her family with the rest of my clan for a simple, yummy feast at a table full of love.
I will enjoy Friday, but not before I have relished Wednesday and cherished Thursday - and given thanks. Black Thread wait your turn.
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