Bargains Abound, Week Forty-Eight in the New Abnormal

I just deleted 129 emails from my inbox. I’m not that popular, it’s simply that retailers with black Friday weekend deals want my money. Some of the emails remind me that I looked at something I chose not to buy in case I need to see it again. I do not.

Given the onslaught of emails one would think there’s no recession. And, though I do appreciate a good experience, I’m less apt to go for more stuff. I will not be purchasing one more well-being product that usually ends up in the back of the closet, if I haven’t yet donated it. I imagine Goodwill volunteers grumble when they see yet another foot spa. Clean socks and winter jackets are preferred items.

I was so tired on Black Friday, but I also was afraid I’d miss an arbitrary sale. I made my post-nap walk a destination walk, only to find that the sales were not hawking anything I really needed, Nor did they offer anything I wanted to give as gifts. I’m sure I may have missed some bargains that offered a deal on the espresso spoons we lack, or…