Ponderings with Doug – November 30, 2018

I spent Thanksgiving at the Gibsland camp. My in-laws are moving into the Gibsland camp in May. I’m squeezing an extra room into the house. It will be a beautiful room. It is a man cave that is turning into a she shed which will make it a manshe cave.

We had no kids for Thanksgiving. That means we had no grandkids. In our twenty-nine years of marital bliss this was only the second Thanksgiving we have spent without family present. It was a relaxing, thankful day. The perfect day was clouded by an unfinished assignment.

My construction assignment was to hang sheet rock, float it and tape it so the painter (my bride) could paint it. Have I mentioned that I am terrible with sheet rock? Floating and taping sheet rock takes artistic skill. It is the highest of artforms. The walls were going to look terrible. I would be embarrassed by my efforts. There was not enough mud to fix my mess.

None of my skilled friends were available to bail me out. I looked for all manner of wall options. I even considered vinyl siding on the inside. I opted for tongue and groove pine boards. Sixty twelve-foot pine boards hanging out of my short bed pick up truck. The boards were in Ruston. Even with the hypotenuse of a right triangle working for me, I still had five feet of boards hanging out the back of the truck.

I could see the accident going viral. “Interstate closed by preacher who lost his load. Splinters everywhere.” However, I made it back to Gibsland without board incident. It was a Black Friday miracle.

I was all snuggled back in my house ready to complete my project.
The nail gun died. I am no good at hammer and nail either. A nail gun was vital for my construction success.

On Black Friday, I made three trips between Gibsland and Ruston. The manshe cave is taking form. I’m much better at sawdust than sheetrock!

The project distracted me from my usual Black Friday news watching. I like to judge the mood of the season by the stories coming from the media about the Black Friday shoppers. Were we waiting in line all night to be the first in the store? We were pushing and shoving each other at the door? Were crowds big and loud or small and disappointing? What is the hot item this shopping season? News this week says crowds were smaller than previous years. Are we seeing the end of Black Friday? One could only hope.

What caught my ear came from one of the Shreveport stations. The news girl was talking about the small crowds outside of Best Buy. She noted that maybe people were not shopping “the old-fashioned way” any longer.

When did it become “old fashioned” to walk into a store and purchase an item? Have we become so Amazon-ed that we don’t know how to “browse,” “window shop,” or “just look?” I like walking down Front Street and going in all the stores and being old-fashioned in my Christmas shopping. There are some great deals downtown. Maybe it bugged me because I am a pre-Amazon shopping dinosaur and I’m unapologetically old-fashioned in many ways.

I threw up my hands and went back to work on my manshe cave. I resolved that at church we are going to have an “old fashioned” Christmas. I nailed that last board with resolve to hang on to “old-fashioned” for as long as I could.