Tis the season to be jolly. Tis the season to shop.
Tis the season to decorate your home, inside and out. Does your home look like the Griswolds? Do you compete with your neighbor to assure you have the biggest, gaudiest, noisiest, most electricity-sucking home on the block?
Who are the Jones? The ones with whom to keep up? To spend more, outmatch every possession they have? Whether you have paychecks to match bills or financial resources to support a life style filled with stuff.
Whether you’re a Boomer, living on a fixed income… It’s an American disease. Great for the economy, but not one’s personal bottom line!
So…we purchased an area rug. For our family room, our first new purchase in years.
The 9X12 rug was delivered, direct from the store’s warehouse. It arrived just before 7:00 p.m. on a mid-week night.
And, our neighbors phoned us in a panic – because of the large truck idling in front our home for many minutes… Yikes! What a sign of these terrorist times! When typically charities crave your home’s contents as donations for good and truck stops abound in this year-end season, a general air of fright has infested our neighbors’ brains. No longer letting peace and well-seasoned joy reign, but instant suspicions and dread.
So, we purchased a rug and our neighbors didn’t feel one-upped. They felt neighborhood watch ready. They didn’t consider conspicuous consumption, but whether our ‘hood would be blown up.
Our neighbors are Buddhist. Not the Jones, as you might surmise.
I want a return of sanity and safety for Christmas. That’d be the stuff of life for me.
What about you? Leave me a comment; I promise to reply.
P.S. Do you like our new rug?