Clump #102: Clean out avalanching pan cabinet.
My youngest niece and I have a Black Friday tradition we almost wimped out on this morning. Deep, well-earned sleep after a long day almost did us in. But at around 8:00 am, we stumbled into Target, got hot chocolate, and commenced the annual ritual. Here’s my niece modeling a hat in the dollar section:
One year we experienced the full-on, get-up-in-the-dark insanity to buy my father a widescreen TV. I was questioning my own sanity for having brought a young girl with me. Scary! Since then we’ve stuck to Target at a more civilized hour. It wasn’t crowded today, and we had fun picking up CDs and DVDs for five dollars. My niece found a Christmas ornament in her favorite color for less than three dollars.
Back at home we dug out the griddle for pancakes. When I say dug out, I mean it. The photo below was taken after we put the griddle back. Time for a clump!
Ancient lunch bags, too grody to give away, bound for the trash:
Even older, a popsicle mold …
We found all four sticks!
And the glorious after:
Last year my niece gave me an incredible Christmas gift: a poem she had written for me.
Two excerpts: “When I was nine/ Or was it ten?/ I used to slide down/those slippery stairs/you never got mad,/ Just a little concerned.” and, “Black Friday shopping/ I always adore/ And you seem determined / Even if it’s 6 am at the door.”
Just goes to show that the best presents can’t be found in any store.