Shopping therapy

It's Tuesday.  Day XXX of SAH.  (for me, personally, it's 39).  No, I'm not crazy!  😜

It's time to talk about that unspoken elephant in our room: all the delivery trucks going up and down our streets even under the SAH order.

We even have Amazon Prime going through our neighborhood.  As well as FedEx, UPS, and, of course, USPS.

It does not take a genius to know we are, many of us, sitting at our computer, or iPad, or just a phone, hunting and clicking.

Lots of stuff is sold out, or temporarily out of stock.

Try getting a pair of hair clippers. 

Or try getting anything having to do with cleaning.  You can get organic, not germ killing, but not anything that might kill the virus. 

Masks aren't easy to get either.  Though Etsy will sell you one that they tell you isn't one that's good by the CDC for the virus.

But we all are shopping.  Looking.  A box or package comes here almost every day.  A delivery of wine.   Then, because, you know, you have to have room, a new, bigger wine fridge.  New outfits.  Especially tops (you know, bc everyone checks everyone out on zoom meetings). 

I wish I could claim there were books or something edifying like that. 

Nope, it's clearly retail therapy (new sweaters? they were on clearance, of course!)

We live in an age of consumerism.  Is it advanced consumerism?   Well, it is compared to previous generations.

And the Covid-19 has shown us both the error of that -- stores going out of business and people not having jobs -- and the good of it (we can keep buying through a pandemic). 

But we have our wine! 

Till tomorrow.