So easy to order on-line ... BINGO! The hard part is: suspecting they don't really want customers paying the old fashioned way -

ya know, by enclosing a real, live check - one that is written with a pen, on real paper.  The paper catalog, that came in the mail a few days ago, does not contain an order blank - that is evidently a means to discourage us old cash-payers.  Since the catalog address is not always the ordering address, not a peep as to where to send a please-send-me...business letter, with enclosed check.   The thing i had ordered back in February, is probably at the main office, but with everybody working from the footie-jimmy-jam comfort of home, perhaps someone will actually find the envelope, and the check, sometime in 2025.  Oh wait, by that time, it will be expired - if not the account (hint: dead people don't write checks for stuff).

Yep, one of them ... people who are careful with money - we're about becoming a remnant.  And you bet, there are people - and plenty of 'em, who absolutely bristle at the very idea ... some barely middle-class old biche's mailbox contains junk mail - again.  And YES! it's not fun keeping ahead of things - that garage bill :( , but such is life.  mr.mechanic doesn't get the parts for free, and neither does the grocery store let him just pick up stuff, and walk out without paying for it.  

Btw, mr.mechanic is self-employed; he has to provide, not only present needs, (for he and his wife) but put away for their later years; he's in his late 50s.  Sooner or later, even with proper equipment, (that isn't free either) those concrete floors will feud with his frame.  

Anyway, back to the dress i am thinking about... it's not only long, and lined (wahoo :) it's made with real fabric, (cotton) too bad there's not a decent store around here.  The only clothing places, are - like about most everywhere - are big-box purveyors of re-run coke-bottles.  Uhm, not happening... not even in stark January, let alone sultry July.  

Thinking about ... yep, that old-school thing.  Speaking of school.  Back then, the teachers warned us kids against impulsive buying.  We were taught the difference between wants and needs - ten new outfits are a want, two are a reasonable need.  Still remember the film, shown to us - a (pre) valley girl, who received her first credit card.  Off to the mall she went; awww, she bought herself numerous cute little outfits.  Ugh, then the bill came.  And sure, back in the 70s, public school was basically a Christless environment, but still, there remained atleast some of Christianity's dividends - in short, using your noggin before saying or doing this and that.

Post getting long ... and there's stuff i want to be getting to outside - but won't toil, it's Sunday.