Wishbook fulfillment
A generation ago, we had the most recent catalogs, aka wishbooks, from our friends Timothy Eaton and somebody Simpson (not Homer, kids). If you had the sudden urge to shop, and enough cash on hand to afford it, you could order whatever and expect delivery soonest. Flash forward to today, when the web is all the store you really need. Whip yourself into a frenzy about the pressing need for whatever, and fill in the virtual form. Within minutes, confirmation that your order has been accepted and will be delivered soonest. Only the name changes, not the game.
By lunchtime, we’d run out of reasons NOT to head for town, so we did. Arrived in time to pick up some essentials at Wally’s and my new favourite emporium, Kent’s. Remember, essentials. Another throne seat. Window blinds for a basement window. A mirror for the basement vanity. Visine for my suddenly red eye (no idea what happened there). The stores were about to close, and a burger might be the answer to “Well, what did you eat today?” With the added frill of free wifi, and some oversize cookies, we were set.
Of course, visiting family or friends is also an accepted way to spend a quiet afternoon, so we did some of that, too. Had to wait for an escort past the locked security entrance, but that was just a detail (for the record, I tried my house key, but it didn’t fit). After a couple of hours, the gathering darkness gave us reason to head on home, just ahead of a beating rain. Must get the weather station unpacked.
