You’ve probably heard the saying shop til you drop. You may have even done it on occasion. I’ve been known to do that fairly often before the pandemic took away my freedom or maybe I should say madness. I could easily leave my house and stagger back five hours later under the burden of groceries, treasures gathered through my errands to the craft shop, the hardware store, or the local clothes outlet.
Since the pandemic, you’d think that my madness would have waned, but, it hasn’t. Well, I no longer dash from store to store looking for the best of whatever it is I am obsessed with. Nope, now my fingers do the work, as they fly over the keyboard googling whatever I am in pursuit of.
A few weeks ago, I searched for hours, no, more like days, for the perfect Bissell Spin Mop. I think I found it. Today after several weeks of researching every robot vacuum cleaner on the internet, getting recommendations from friends, and even putting out a plea for folks on Nextdoor to help convince me which was the best, I finally pressed the Pay Now button on Amazon.
So, now as I sit in my home, while the pandemic abounds, I no longer shop ‘til I drop. But, I do shop. I shop until my fingers feel like withered stubs ready to fall off and my eyes are crossed from too much screen time.
Do you ever find yourself shopping endlessly–always in search of that perfect something? Tell us about it.
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I am the author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale. It's the true story of how my husband almost left me--three times.