Am I weird or what? (That's a rhetorical question so please don't answer. I suspect we all know the answer.) Much as I dislike sweeping and mopping I do like a good old-fashioned broom and mop.
David, thinking he was being helpful, bought a fancy-schmancy batteryoperated broom that has to be charged regularly and emptied often. I just can't get bonded with it. Instead of feeling like I'm getting a really solid grip on the floor and getting all the dirt, the fancy-schmancy batteryoperated broom just glides over the top, smooth as anything. It also seems selective about what items it deems worthy of being sucked into its really small container.
I hate it. I also think I'd dislike owning one of those brooms or mops I envision the 'Jetsons'* would use that automatically takes off and cleans the floor then returns itself 'home' to recharge.
That's just too weird for me. Also, I don't see how it'd clean around everything on the floor. I often imagine how great it'd be to be able to lift everything up in the air, clean underneath, and set it back with little or no effort. One can dream, can't one? I may be a little on the lazy side (I like to think of it as conserving my energy for more important things like playing crossword games on my phone) but I still want the corners clean. Weird, huh?
Believe it or not, I have learned one thing over the last couple of years. (I heard that.) I learned that it is never a good idea to be on a certain online equivalent of a big box store while taking chemo treatments.
I'm not a good shopper anyway and Christmas shopping intensifies the pressure so put those two things together and that adds up to a lot of junk coming to my door that I don't remember ordering.
For example, David decided we needed a new bed frame for the guest bedroom now being occupied by our granddaughter Trinity. I don't know what David's problem is but he'll place items in the cart and, for some reason, leave them there for me. When it comes to clicking 'buy' he seems unable to complete the transaction. This is when he'll pass his computer to me which is unnecessary since whatever he looks at or attempts to buy shows up on my computer as well. Also, I strongly dislike his computer. It's a PC that I haven't used in years and I get lost trying to navigate on it. I'll take my Mac any day.
Anyway, back to the subject of ordering; I signed into the account on my computer, clicked buy and a few days later the bed frame was delivered. David put it together and it looks nice in the guest bedroom. Imagine our surprise when we received another one a few days later!
I tried to figure out if we'd been charged for the second one but my brain couldn't function well enough and I gave up. It's still in the box in our garage. The next week another package showed up on our doorstep (no, not another bed frame). This time it was a blender that can be used to make cold smoothies or hot soup!
All I remember is seeing it being demonstrated on my favorite social media site and the next thing I knew, it was delivered to our door. I don't remember ordering it.
As if that weren't bad enough, this year I ended up with a box full of stuff I impulse bought for reasons I can not think of.
Among the items were a kids' jewelry box, two electric candles, a Christmas bathroom counter set, an incense burner, a kids' camera we couldn't figure out how to work so I ordered a different one but for some reason didn't attempt to send the original back on the slow boat to China it arrived on, a pair of earrings, two ladies' wallets, two sets of toy cars with tractor-trailers, and an electric seat heater that's in the box – still unopened after two years.
There's more but I can't remember what. I was finally able to give away a few of 'But, Debi,' you ask, 'Why didn't you return any of it?' Well, I'll tell ya. I misplaced the receipts (which is why I prefer ereceipts) for most of it, or I forgot, or, and this is the most plausible reason, I'm too lazy. I know I'm weird but at least I'm aware enough to admit it. Chemo brain, weird and lazy are powerful combinations, and not in a good way, so for now I'll embrace my weirdness as only I can–by ignoring it.
*The Jetsons was a space-age cartoon family.