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May. 28th, 2018 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWe spent most of yesterday with Scott's family. I was kind of useless during the visit because I kept wanting to sleep and because I was in a fair amount of neck pain.
We did our library run close to noon and didn't stop at home on the way out of town after that.
We had dinner at 4:00 to accommodate my eating schedule. Our local niece had to work until 3:00, so eating earlier wasn't going to happen. She can drive now, so she simply came two hours after the rest of her family.
Given the requirement for practice hours with a licensed driver in the car, Scott and I are thinking that we need to try to get Cordelia into a driver's education program this summer. It's an unplanned for expense, but if we wait for next summer for her to do the first course, she'll end up being 17 before she can do part two.
There is a driving school within walking distance. I have to ask around to see whether or not they're okay and to call to find out how their prices compare and whether or not they have openings. There's also a place that seems to be near(-ish) to central campus that bears looking into. Getting there wouldn't take more than 45 minutes. All of the other places I've found would involve at least twice that much travel time, so I'd much rather go for one of those two.
Scott and I need to work out some reasonable way for me to let him know when what he's listening to, audiobook-wise, is upsetting me. The car ride home yesterday featured a book that upset me enough that I spent an hour after getting home wanting to cry. I didn't try to get Scott to turn it off because we were on the highway. We'd have had to find a place to pull over so that he could find something else to listen to. Him walking me through finding something would just raise both our tempers, and he needs the sound to stay awake while driving.
I told him, after I calmed down, that I can't be in the car when he's listening to that book, and he nodded and said okay. I'm going to see whether, for long trips, he can stick to his podcasts or go with just books that we both want to hear. I didn't expect Turtles All the Way Down to upset me that much, but it's also not a thing I would ever in a million years have chosen for myself.
I often find what Scott's listening to to be more than I would want to deal with in a book. This is because I can't always deal with narrative violence/tension when I don't control the pace more than because I can't deal with it in general. My tendency with audiobooks is to swap between different ones frequently, sometimes as often as every two or three tracks, so that I don't start feeling trapped. I also really, really want to know how much of a track, of a CD, of the book itself is left to get through. Not knowing makes me anxious (I look up movie run times before I put in the DVDs).
The thing is that most of my rides in the car are ten minutes and under. For that length of time, I can grit my teeth. Usually. I had to ask Scott to stop Cinder by Marissa Meyer after we'd been running errands together off and on for a couple of days. I simply couldn't bear it any longer. That was months back, and he got pretty upset. He says, now, that that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
That would have been a useful thing to tell me then.
The only usual thing that's longer is trips to visit his parents or his sister's family. If we go up there twice in one month, it's highly unusual. The Mother's Day trip to Brighton took us about 20 minutes, even with missing the exit on the way there. Scott's sister's place is about 25-30 minutes away. Scott's parents, though, are an hour away. An hour listening to something that's making me want to climb out the car window is just too much.
We did our library run close to noon and didn't stop at home on the way out of town after that.
We had dinner at 4:00 to accommodate my eating schedule. Our local niece had to work until 3:00, so eating earlier wasn't going to happen. She can drive now, so she simply came two hours after the rest of her family.
Given the requirement for practice hours with a licensed driver in the car, Scott and I are thinking that we need to try to get Cordelia into a driver's education program this summer. It's an unplanned for expense, but if we wait for next summer for her to do the first course, she'll end up being 17 before she can do part two.
There is a driving school within walking distance. I have to ask around to see whether or not they're okay and to call to find out how their prices compare and whether or not they have openings. There's also a place that seems to be near(-ish) to central campus that bears looking into. Getting there wouldn't take more than 45 minutes. All of the other places I've found would involve at least twice that much travel time, so I'd much rather go for one of those two.
Scott and I need to work out some reasonable way for me to let him know when what he's listening to, audiobook-wise, is upsetting me. The car ride home yesterday featured a book that upset me enough that I spent an hour after getting home wanting to cry. I didn't try to get Scott to turn it off because we were on the highway. We'd have had to find a place to pull over so that he could find something else to listen to. Him walking me through finding something would just raise both our tempers, and he needs the sound to stay awake while driving.
I told him, after I calmed down, that I can't be in the car when he's listening to that book, and he nodded and said okay. I'm going to see whether, for long trips, he can stick to his podcasts or go with just books that we both want to hear. I didn't expect Turtles All the Way Down to upset me that much, but it's also not a thing I would ever in a million years have chosen for myself.
I often find what Scott's listening to to be more than I would want to deal with in a book. This is because I can't always deal with narrative violence/tension when I don't control the pace more than because I can't deal with it in general. My tendency with audiobooks is to swap between different ones frequently, sometimes as often as every two or three tracks, so that I don't start feeling trapped. I also really, really want to know how much of a track, of a CD, of the book itself is left to get through. Not knowing makes me anxious (I look up movie run times before I put in the DVDs).
The thing is that most of my rides in the car are ten minutes and under. For that length of time, I can grit my teeth. Usually. I had to ask Scott to stop Cinder by Marissa Meyer after we'd been running errands together off and on for a couple of days. I simply couldn't bear it any longer. That was months back, and he got pretty upset. He says, now, that that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.
That would have been a useful thing to tell me then.
The only usual thing that's longer is trips to visit his parents or his sister's family. If we go up there twice in one month, it's highly unusual. The Mother's Day trip to Brighton took us about 20 minutes, even with missing the exit on the way there. Scott's sister's place is about 25-30 minutes away. Scott's parents, though, are an hour away. An hour listening to something that's making me want to climb out the car window is just too much.
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Date: 2018-05-30 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-30 01:20 pm (UTC)Thanks!