Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Friday, November 29, 2013

Season's Greetings

On Thanksgiving morning, I was greeted by the sight of the newspaper not in its box but lying in my driveway.

Apparently the newspaper wouldn't fit into the paper box. I suppose finding the paper lying at the end of the driveway was better than finding it lying in the road.  

The paper was really heavy, so what sections greeted me when I opened it? Well, there were these two sections, which I read.

The rest of the paper was the sports section (which I never read) and lots of ads.

 I didn't bother to read the ads. I don't need anything.

But apparently others do. And lots of businesses will sell (insert name of product here) to them—and even sell it to them before the day that's come to be known as "Black Friday." Thursday night's TV news had stories of folks who had waited outside some Roanoke stores since Wednesday morning for the stores' Thursday night openings. 

I kind of miss the old days when there was considerable space between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I  even miss the not-so-old days when Christmas decorations didn't appear before Halloween. 

This morning, the paper greeted me in its usual place. While it contained some ads, it wasn't nearly as heavy as the Thanksgiving paper.  I'll bet a lot of people won't read the paper today—they'll be out shopping.

But not me. Nor the cat who walks me to the paper box. 



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