Crazy Research Lady in Alabama

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There are times, and they come often, that I make myself crazy with research. This is one of those times. I have decided to purchase one of those countertop stainless gravity-fed water filter systems. I saw one a friend had and decided it would suit me better than the plastic filtering pitcher I now use and fill several times a day. I started using that pitcher five years ago when I moved to my current home and county water supply treated with chlorine. I thoroughly dislike ‘city’ water, but the filtering pitcher makes the water delicious.

This morning I went to order one of the stainless contraptions from Amazon.

The questions started: Is this a good price? What size do I want? What is the best system? What is the best filter? Do I really need that filter? Is the manufacturer giving correct information about that filter? And do I need to be concerned that the manufacturer cannot compose information about their system with proper English? (I mean, really, if you own a company, can’t you employ someone to write a proper description, or are you operating out of a back alley tumbling down warehouse filled with chemical waste?) What do the reviews say? And could that review be believed? What will replacement filters cost? How often will I have to replace the filter?

Pretty soon I have lost an hour and still haven’t made the purchase because I’m going all over the web, reading articles, comparing specifications and prices and reviews. I feel no closer to knowing what I need to know, and I’m pretty sure my eyeballs are turning to black and white spirals. Maybe my head is going to start spinning around on my neck.

That thought reminded me of phrase Crazy in Alabama, which reminded me of the book by the same name by Mark Childress, and I had to go look it up because I had read it a long time ago and it was funny. If you are like me and find a crazy lady chopping off a poor husband’s head and carrying it around in a plastic lettuce keeper funny. So then I’m returned to Amazon, looking up the book and deciding I need to read it again, and then, since the search page brought up all these other similar novels about Southern crazy families, I have to read a bit about each one of them. From there I’m back onto my own bookshelves, seeking an Alexander McCall Smith book and frustrated not to find it, but since I’m looking on the shelves, I’m pulling out several books to read. One of these is Secrets of the Light by Dannion Brinkley–I didn’t even know I had it, and a friend mentioned it just the other day!

So I’ve done all that, and still have not purchased a countertop stainless gravity-fed water filter system.

If any of you dear readers happen to use such a water filtering system and can provide me with information, I would be very grateful. I am at present taking a vow of abstinence from research of Anything.

Grace and peace,