When I sit down to write this blog – usually very late into the night or very early in the morning – I debate about the things I want to tell you. Do I share my political and sociological views? Do I tell you an amusing (to me) story about my kiddies or husband? Do I use it as a pulpit to voice my very strong opinions on restaurants not buttering toast anymore (an outrage!)?
I do have stories of my semi-twisted childhood to share – and other stories of how I’m making a semi-twisted childhood for my own kids – but then something silly happens. And I need to let you know. Immediately.
Yesterday I went to go get the mail. And hilarity ensued. Not really.
We are very fortunate to have good neighbors – I’ve heard plenty of horror stories to know that. As I’m getting the mail, I ran into our fantastic retired neighbor walking her dog. She stopped to chat – I have a ton in common with retired folks. Mentally I’m half way there.
As we chatted, I opened the mailbox. The only thing we’d gotten is our Restoration Hardware Fall catalog. She stopped talking. ”Is that a magazine?”, she asked. Um. Nope. It’s a home good store…”I’ve never seen a catalog so thick. It’s like a dictionary!” She was horrified. “Isn’t that awful how they waste paper.” “I’m shocked that in this day and age of going green stores still waste their money on that.” I clutched the book harder and harder as she talked. I was nodding the whole time, giving her the appearance of solidarity. We laughed about the craziness of it all and I told her I was just as shocked.
But inside. Deep inside. I loved the catalog. I wished it were twice as thick. Killing twice as many trees.
We said our goodbyes and I quickly went back inside to flip through every inch of that evil thing.
This is why I can’t write about national and global issues. When I sit down and think about the things you need to know – stuff like this climbs right to the top. I have very smart friends and family who tell me they could never write a blog – too much work. To them I say, behold. A post about…a very thick catalog. I’m pretty sure a monkey could do this.
Here’s the culprit that derailed what would have been a very smart and intellectual post. Not.
*please note that the Ikea catalogs are thicker, but smaller in overall size.
