The topic for this week is: Pre-Christmas catalogue blizzard. Love them or hate them?
When my kids were young, we didn't have the internet in our house. I used to savor the catalogues as my only way to shop. I'd peruse them all, even ones I'd never heard of, looking for just the right choice of gifts for my family. My husband would laugh at me, asking me why I was paying all of that shipping and handling plus postage. Wasn't it cheaper to shop in a mall? I would point to our four cherubs, (we had 4 in 5 years) who were busily causing mayhem and destruction at that moment, as always. I'd explain patiently that if I took them to a mall, they'd get thirsty--then I'd need to buy them drinks. Then they'd get hungry--then I'd need to feed them. Add in the bathroom breaks, and I'd be lucky to get one or two things after hours in a mall! Or even in a big store. Not to mention I'd probably have spent more than the S&H plus postage by the time I was done. So I was a catalogue shopper for many years.
Now we do have the internet, but I really hate to give more money to the world's richest man. And my third son at one point worked in an Amazon warehouse--the conditions were awful! He got the job for the insurance, but had constant sinus infections due to the dust and dirt, and felt he was treated like a robot--no breaks allowed, quotas to hit, etc. I don't want to contribute to that. So no big-A shopping for this gal!
Besides, I don't have a smart phone, so I don't go on-line with my phone. But I can take my catalogue pile anywhere, even into the bathroom and look through it at my leisure. How's that for convenience?
Yes, I know it's wasting paper. But I recycle, to expiate my guilt.
Speaking of The Right Choice, I have a book coming out that has that title! Here's the blurb:
Veterinarian Pamela Wilson always used to run away from home to get attention from her status-conscious, preoccupied parents. Years ago she met a man who loved her unreservedly, but her parents didn't approve of his blue-collar job, so she ran away from him too. When the ambitious lawyer she's marrying answers a phone call while she's walking down the aisle, it's the last straw! She runs away again, this time to a cabin her parents don't know about, owned by the mechanic. Does he still own it and is he still single? Will she finally stop running away and make the right choice for her future?
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When my kids were young, we didn't have the internet in our house. I used to savor the catalogues as my only way to shop. I'd peruse them all, even ones I'd never heard of, looking for just the right choice of gifts for my family. My husband would laugh at me, asking me why I was paying all of that shipping and handling plus postage. Wasn't it cheaper to shop in a mall? I would point to our four cherubs, (we had 4 in 5 years) who were busily causing mayhem and destruction at that moment, as always. I'd explain patiently that if I took them to a mall, they'd get thirsty--then I'd need to buy them drinks. Then they'd get hungry--then I'd need to feed them. Add in the bathroom breaks, and I'd be lucky to get one or two things after hours in a mall! Or even in a big store. Not to mention I'd probably have spent more than the S&H plus postage by the time I was done. So I was a catalogue shopper for many years.
Now we do have the internet, but I really hate to give more money to the world's richest man. And my third son at one point worked in an Amazon warehouse--the conditions were awful! He got the job for the insurance, but had constant sinus infections due to the dust and dirt, and felt he was treated like a robot--no breaks allowed, quotas to hit, etc. I don't want to contribute to that. So no big-A shopping for this gal!
Besides, I don't have a smart phone, so I don't go on-line with my phone. But I can take my catalogue pile anywhere, even into the bathroom and look through it at my leisure. How's that for convenience?
Yes, I know it's wasting paper. But I recycle, to expiate my guilt.
Speaking of The Right Choice, I have a book coming out that has that title! Here's the blurb:
Veterinarian Pamela Wilson always used to run away from home to get attention from her status-conscious, preoccupied parents. Years ago she met a man who loved her unreservedly, but her parents didn't approve of his blue-collar job, so she ran away from him too. When the ambitious lawyer she's marrying answers a phone call while she's walking down the aisle, it's the last straw! She runs away again, this time to a cabin her parents don't know about, owned by the mechanic. Does he still own it and is he still single? Will she finally stop running away and make the right choice for her future?
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To find out what the other authors on this blog hop think of our topic, join me in hopping to the other blogs.
