My shopping expedition was successful. I had my little list of things I really needed besides the plastic boxes, and for the most part I stuck with the list. For example, I bought some plastic sleeves to preserve some of my mom’s papers that I’m going through. Our toilet seat cracked, so I purchased a new one. I splurged on a vente decaf latte at Starbucks. Not on the list, however, was a brown belt. I’ve lived without one for over a year, but there is was, a good price, and so into the cart it went.
I’m reminded of “Yogisms”--f you don’t go into a store, there’s no way you’ll walk out with something.