Last weekend it was technically possible to run errands in a non-crazy fashion. Show up at Costco first thing, and it wasn’t so bad. Get to PetSmart before noon, and you could find a parking spot close enough to the store. Sure, you didn’t want to hit the mall, but you didn’t feel that way about Trader Joe’s or Whole Foods.
That part of the year is now over perilously close to gone. I think that it might be safe to get to Costco at 10AM and then hustle over to the other important stores… but by, oh, 2PM? Thunderdome.
Worse than that, we’ve now entered the part of the year where there are Holiday Party Obligations. The potlucks that they have at work are fine. Hey, you’re going to be eating anyway. Maybe someone will bring some of those crockpot sausage thingies.
But then… there are the work holiday parties. Everybody goes and sits in the same room. We mingle. We hang out with our spouses and our work spouses at the same table and go out of our way to avoid talking about anything that we’d usually only talk about at work or only talk about at home. The engineers each get a look on their faces when we see them considering saying something, but the spouses at the table give them a look. The holiday parties of friends. The holiday parties of family. The holiday parties at the various houses of worship.
I imagine that this time of year feels different for extroverts than it does for introverts. I would hope that it does, anyway.
So, this weekend, I have a work party and three sets of errands to run (today is also the second of two potlucks). I believe that there was another event scheduled for this weekend, but we talked about it and decided that discretion was the better part of valor and bowed out. I also need to get some shopping done. (The nephews, you see.) Two men enter, one man leaves.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)