Black Friday, so called because it is the shopping day of the year here in the USA which sends shops' accounts back into the black. Or that is the theory anyway.
People have died in the stampedes to bag bargains on this day. This is not hyperbole but fact.
However, this morning Robbie and I braved it and ventured down to a beach city we know, where he bagged a bargain Christmas. Scratch one off my list. We saw no shoppers frenzy, no parking lot rage (several years ago my sister and I witnessed a fist fight over a parking place!)
And we are about to venture out again, to see what else we can find.
May all your black Fridays be full of light and sunshine. And gratitude. Black friday
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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