Catalogs. They fill our mailbox every day and most of them go straight to the recycling bin. Even those I used to look at for sport, I no longer open. I rarely order anything from a catalog and I have many other more pressing things to look at, like the HBO series, In Treatment, which I will get to in a minute.
Today, I took a stack of catalogs and one by one, I called the 800 numbers listed on their covers and requested that they take me off of their mailing list. I felt so mighty. My friend Nan did this recently and inspired me. I also joined Greendimes.com, an organization that is supposed to get me off junk mailing lists. I can't tell if it has worked, but the ten bucks joining fee (or maybe it is twenty, I can't remember) is small enough to at least try it. The acid test will be if I order anything from the website of a catalog that I cancelled. Will I get put back on their mailing list? Or if I purchase something at, say, a J. Crew, will I start getting their catalogs again? I am also interested to see whether I will now get catalogs addressed not to me or Chris but to "Current Resident", now that we personally are off the mailing list. If I think of it, I'll keep you posted. I should have a bit more time to write now that I won't be recycling as much.
My related dilemma is whether to continue to subscribe to magazines. I could just read them at the library, I suppose. But, really, who am I kidding? I don't get that many magazines anyway.
In other news, your BloomingtonGirl has been chronically under the weather in one way or another for several weeks now. I just can't seem to rid myself completely of this respiratory ickiness and today, I really feel awful. My chest hurts, my throat hurts and even the inside of my mouth is uncomfortable. I am going to see if I can do some sort of complete detox. I don't know why, but that seems like it will help. Of course, it is very easy to do a strict detoxification or even fasting regimen as long as one is doing it in the future. Lying in bed, planning to do it tomorrow, it is a cinch. Tomorrow will be a whole different story, believe me.
Okay, last but not least, I need to mention that I have been watching HBO's In Treatment. I am ambivalent about it but that doesn't keep me from being riveted. The premise is really interesting - five nights a week, a different patient in therapy every night for four nights and the therapist himself in therapy on the fifth night. Gabriel Byrne is therapist, Paul Weston, the central character. Frankly, I would pay to watch him read the phone book. That said, I find the writing on the series a little over the top and sometimes, not true enough to life. But, still, I have to keep watching.
Well, off to read Babbitt.