It’s Sunday. This is the day when the big, fat, circular-filled newspapers are delivered — those circulars that I pore over looking for bargains and grocery items on sale. Martin’s, Target, Kohl’s, Michael’s, Staples … they have been a weekly part of my life forever. Now we have no newspaper delivery of hard copy papers.
I’m having ad withdrawal.
My husband is lamenting the absence of daily crossword puzzles and Sudoku.
We thought of something else. We used the old newspapers to help start fires in the wood stove and fire pit. Those cheating-at-getting-a-fire-started days are over.
So I went online this morning to find the Martin’s sale ad … it wasn’t quite the same as circling items and making a list … but I’ll get used to it. Today’s younger generations is so paperless, perhaps never knowing the comfort of hard copies in their hands. SWAC Husband, meanwhile, looks lost this morning, trying to find news on his tablet and expressing frustration that the News-Virginian wasn’t updated with the Sunday edition.
Excuse me while I get back to my grocery list. I’ve got company coming….