There’s no joy in making some purchases

There’s just no joy in some purchases.

For someone who is very consumer oriented and keeps the local economy pumping with purchases I don’t always necessarily need to be making, I find that there are some things I’m not at all thrilled about buying.

Windshield wipers might top that list.

I consider it a crowning achievement of 2018 that I finally — finally — broke down and bought front windshield wipers for my car, but I conveniently neglected to (or rebelled against) buying one for the rear windshield.

That would be three too many. And how could I justify such frivolity?

Truthfully, I forgot about it. It’s like a light bulb — you don’t realize it’s burned out until you go to flip the switch. Let there be darkness.

Ditto for windshield wipers.

It’s not until it’s raining or snowing or the windshield is filthy that you become painfully aware that, wow, these wipers are some sorry sad excuse for glass-cleaning, vision-enhancing facilitators.

So I made a mental note to buy rear windshield wipers. I really did. I faithfully put it on my to-do list as a reminder, day after day, week after week, for a couple of months now.

You know what I learned?

It’s amazing how diligent you can become at ignoring a to-do list or how you can make a habit of driving by a place that sells windshield wipers and never stop.

I can almost see the store through my back windshield.

Or how patient you grow, awaiting a special occasion when maybe, just maybe, you’ll get some windshield wipers as a gift and not have to use your own money that you could be squandering on something useless.

Now that kind of consumerism is fun.

Happy purchasing.

I’ve thought about buying this windshield wiper, too, almost every time I’m waiting in line to buy gas, something else I’m not at all thrilled about buying even though it’s something else I need.

I look at the back window and think, wow, that sure could stand a new blade.

I guess the bottom line here is that there’s no joy in being a consumer and purchasing these kinds of things because there’s no thrill connected to the transaction.

You’re not going to get excited about buying a windshield wiper.

You’re not going to sneak it in the house or keep it hidden in the trunk until it’s the right time to divulge what’s been done.

You’re not going to blurt out that “I bought a windshield wiper!” as part of riveting dinner conversation.

It just doesn’t get it.

So maybe I should just do the next best thing.

Time to buy a new car.

(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at