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Once my husband started ordering from infomercials there was no stopping. To his credit, he watched many more—to the bitter end—than he responded to. My shelves, though, are testament to the fact that he did respond on more than one occasion. On many birthdays and Christmases I’d unwrap a gift I knew well from hearing the excited users on TV. So I would be excited and reluctant all at the same time. After all, Jerry had pictured me using these marvels of science, and I had to follow through.

I’m not sure which was the gateway drug, but probably the “storage system” complete with containers and a turntable. Never search for the right container for your leftovers again, nor the lids. Just spin and you would find them. Ha! So I put them to the test. That was years ago. They are still up there making each day easier exactly as advertised.

Surely the GTX-press Jerry ordered next would not live up to its billing: quick, perfect eggs, leftovers wrapped in a tortilla and made into a healthful dinner, angel food cake with fruit in the middle, etc. all in about three to seven minutes. Come on! How often would I drag out an appliance to do one of these things anyway? A lot! Again, except for the propensity for the Teflon to peel a bit, it was perfect and is indispensable in my kitchen.

Jerry also responded to fantastic promises in catalogs. We all know flower catalogs should be sued for false advertising, but after years of restraining himself, Jerry ordered a “carpet of flowers.” When it arrived he cut a small portion to test and followed directions to the T. Did we have a carpet of flowers? Yes and no. A few varieties came up, but most vigorous was the verbena. It eventually made a verbena carpet and we loved it. Verbena was my mother’s favorite flower, so we always knew she had orchestrated its insidious march through our garden.

Walk though my house and you’ll see item after item you’ve seen in catalogs: Galileo’s temperature gauge, little German boy and girl that pop out and foretell the weather, elegant, domed barometer, solar waterfalls, gargoyle cats, and the list goes on and on. I treasure them all.

Did I ever call a halt to a purchase? Yes, yes I did. Twice. For a Lifestyle neck lift and a “slimmer” undergarment. Jerry was genuinely puzzled with my attitude—and I did have an attitude. Those are the two times I said, “BUT WAIT!”

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Cat Tale

Whimsical Kitty

Whimsical Kitty

Mysterious Kitties

Mysterious Kitties

I’m thinking of cats, real and not real tonight. I have some of both. My sister has neither, but she sometimes fantasizes about having a cat in her small apartment. Litter boxes are not her thing, though. What to do, what to do?

 

Big sister to the rescue.

 

For her sixty-ninth birthday I sent a furry cat that purrs when his back is touched and meows when you pat his head, but no feeding or litter boxes are necessary. This kitty is a furry toy — with very real feeling fur, Sis says on the phone. Since I ordered though the Web and had the gift sent to Texas, the black and white kitty and I have never met. My sister assured me he is adorable and “feels incredibly like real cat fur.”

 

Uh oh. A few years back I remember China was shipping furry kitten toys that were, in fact, furry kitten toys. Perhaps I shouldn’t have told her my fears. I wondered if I had spoiled the fun for her. She had such plans to show off her new pet to the neighbors. Now how would she feel? Would my loving gift freak her out staring at her from her chaise? I shouldn’t have worried. In a life filled with “Lucy moments,” my sister had simply found another. I knew it was okay when a few days later she wrote to tell me what she had named her new “pet” – Zombie.

 

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Not Zombie - My very real Luther

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