Amazon’s rich: I’m broke. In fact, I have so many merchants who are happy to see my online presence, this year has turned into the year of supplies. It’s not toilet paper, since I bought a multi-pack back in February and am still little more than halfway through it. It’s not food, because I’ve managed to shop every week during the “special” early morning hours (or, as they put it, the elderly and immune compromised). As I’ve been sorting, cleaning and removing clutter, I’ve found some things that had long outgrown their usefulness, so I had to restock.
Today I think I finally finished, having gone to the “all mart” and gotten a new hand-held vacuum. When I entered the living room this afternoon, I found my carpet filled with tiny natural hitchhikers from outdoors: twigs, dead grass, seeds which came unstuck from the bottom of my shoes. Breaking out the big canister, with the long hose and unbalanced stick attachment, was low on the exciting list for me, somewhere between cleaning the fish tank and the toilet. Actually, with beta fish, the fish tank is also the toilet. But I digress.
Now I have what I will call (to avoid trademark trouble with “White and Docker”) the crumb collector. It looks like it has everything from a brush attachment to a crevice tool, and it beats having to stand in front of a wall of Hoovers, Sharks and Dysons and try to figure it out on the fly. If I want to go that route, I’ll consult the monthly product testing magazine first. That’s smart shopping, better than picking a model from a display wall.
Actually, the crumb collector was on a display wall: I went with the name and reputation.
Some things one just can’t buy in a store anymore, such as landline phone cords (believe me, I need to keep that until either it or I go obsolete). That’s where Amazon comes in. I did indulge in a Prime membership, so I have reasons to spend more money there. On the plus side, they have darned near everything and ship fast.
They should: I pay a monthly fee for that.
A commercial for financial services features a woman saying she needs to put less in the cart and more into savings. That is what the rest of the year will be for me, since I’ve already shopped about three holidays ahead.
Except the food, which goes into a real cart.
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