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Dec. 26th, 2015 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckFrom what Scott says, he either lost or ignored the email in which I linked him to my Amazon wishlist, so he searched for and found the wishlist that I keep completely empty 99% of the time. I hadn’t marked it 'private' because it was empty most of the time (I’ve done that now. Barn door and horses and all that). Scott just happened to find it during one of the 15-30 minute periods when there was something there. I only moved things through there because nobody would order online less than ten days before Christmas.
Scott complained yesterday that all I had on my wishlist was CDs. My actual wishlist had 31 items, and only 7 of them were CDs. I suppose I should be glad he didn’t buy from the list of someone else with my name. There are 431 results for a search on my name. 1/2 to 2/3 of them are obviously not me, but the others…
Scott’s parents, also, did not buy from my wishlist. They gave me four shirts, none of which resemble things I might actually want to wear. Three of the four have short sleeves, and I do not need more short sleeved shirts. I already have three or four times as many as I actually wear. I could use (and put on my wishlist) long sleeved shirts. This one, however, is a button front shirt, and I’ve pretty much never tried on a button front shirt that didn’t gap on me. Maybe this one is big enough not to. I suppose I can hope. (I haven’t tried these on because I couldn’t face putting on a shirt while I was still itching. Maybe tomorrow.)
I don’t know. Maybe Scott’s mother got confused by the fact that, right after my surgery, I only had four short sleeved shirts that were easy enough to get on and off that I was willing to wear them. Now that I think about it, the fact that they’re all a size too big might support that. But why she would buy me what I needed in September (and not after!) in December, I really have no idea.
Two of the shirts come from Walmart. One comes from Kohl’s. I can’t figure out where the fourth one comes from. It has a tag, but that tag doesn’t give a store name. Unfortunately, that one is the one I’m pretty sure isn’t opaque and so would most like to exchange. I have no idea if we can return/exchange any of them without a receipt, but getting to a Walmart would be a fairly major undertaking.
I actually did enjoy having a laid back day yesterday. I watched some Leverage, and I sampled a lot of music on YouTube. I talked to one of my sisters, my mother, and my father. Mom was difficult because her cell phone wouldn’t let me actually talk to her at first. I tried her three times (she left me a voicemail after the first time, urging me to try again), but eventually she had to call me. I left messages with my brother and my other sister. I couldn’t get through to my grandmother— I got an automated message saying that, due to trouble on the line, they couldn’t connect me. I will try that call again later today.
Scott and Cordelia got home about 9:30 last night. Cordelia immediately started pulling books off her shelves to get rid of. I kept back about 25% of her discards because they’re things from my childhood or because they’re actually my own copies that I pulled off my shelves because I thought she might like them. We still have a box and a half to donate to her school library. I considered making her keep the extremely nice editions she had of The Secret Garden and Anne of Green Gables, but I don’t think she’s likely to read either even if they were on her shelves.
Scott and I watched the Doctor Who Christmas special before we went to bed. Scott loved the special. I, well, I think I mostly followed the plot. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention.
I’m thinking to send Scott to the local pet supply store today to buy a gift card for the woman who took him to the ER with the kidney stone. She stayed with him for four hours which was really and truly above and beyond. I tried to buy a gift card online, but in spite of being a big chain, they don’t sell anything at all online. I couldn’t even confirm that they sell gift cards at all. I’m just assuming they must.
Cordelia has gift cards for Barnes & Noble and Target (the B&N card is from her birthday in May. She lost it for a while and then found it a couple of days ago). She wants to spend them today, and Scott said he’d take her. I’m not sure he thought that through. I suspect the stores will be packed. It’s not just the day after Christmas— It’s a Saturday, too.
I don’t know when we’ll see my parents. My mother said they’re only just starting the renovations they planned to do last week. The stuff they needed wasn’t delivered when it was supposed to be. They’re giving the renovations priority over coming to this side of the state to see us. I wish I was surprised.
I woke this morning with a migraine. I’m pretty sure that it’s the result of not being able to let go and sleep last night. I couldn’t get comfortable, physically, and I couldn’t stop what-iffing about how I could have gotten Scott to buy me things I actually wanted. Buying them for myself isn’t the same, and the things on my wishlist were mostly things I’m very unlikely to buy for myself.
Scott complained yesterday that all I had on my wishlist was CDs. My actual wishlist had 31 items, and only 7 of them were CDs. I suppose I should be glad he didn’t buy from the list of someone else with my name. There are 431 results for a search on my name. 1/2 to 2/3 of them are obviously not me, but the others…
Scott’s parents, also, did not buy from my wishlist. They gave me four shirts, none of which resemble things I might actually want to wear. Three of the four have short sleeves, and I do not need more short sleeved shirts. I already have three or four times as many as I actually wear. I could use (and put on my wishlist) long sleeved shirts. This one, however, is a button front shirt, and I’ve pretty much never tried on a button front shirt that didn’t gap on me. Maybe this one is big enough not to. I suppose I can hope. (I haven’t tried these on because I couldn’t face putting on a shirt while I was still itching. Maybe tomorrow.)
I don’t know. Maybe Scott’s mother got confused by the fact that, right after my surgery, I only had four short sleeved shirts that were easy enough to get on and off that I was willing to wear them. Now that I think about it, the fact that they’re all a size too big might support that. But why she would buy me what I needed in September (and not after!) in December, I really have no idea.
Two of the shirts come from Walmart. One comes from Kohl’s. I can’t figure out where the fourth one comes from. It has a tag, but that tag doesn’t give a store name. Unfortunately, that one is the one I’m pretty sure isn’t opaque and so would most like to exchange. I have no idea if we can return/exchange any of them without a receipt, but getting to a Walmart would be a fairly major undertaking.
I actually did enjoy having a laid back day yesterday. I watched some Leverage, and I sampled a lot of music on YouTube. I talked to one of my sisters, my mother, and my father. Mom was difficult because her cell phone wouldn’t let me actually talk to her at first. I tried her three times (she left me a voicemail after the first time, urging me to try again), but eventually she had to call me. I left messages with my brother and my other sister. I couldn’t get through to my grandmother— I got an automated message saying that, due to trouble on the line, they couldn’t connect me. I will try that call again later today.
Scott and Cordelia got home about 9:30 last night. Cordelia immediately started pulling books off her shelves to get rid of. I kept back about 25% of her discards because they’re things from my childhood or because they’re actually my own copies that I pulled off my shelves because I thought she might like them. We still have a box and a half to donate to her school library. I considered making her keep the extremely nice editions she had of The Secret Garden and Anne of Green Gables, but I don’t think she’s likely to read either even if they were on her shelves.
Scott and I watched the Doctor Who Christmas special before we went to bed. Scott loved the special. I, well, I think I mostly followed the plot. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention.
I’m thinking to send Scott to the local pet supply store today to buy a gift card for the woman who took him to the ER with the kidney stone. She stayed with him for four hours which was really and truly above and beyond. I tried to buy a gift card online, but in spite of being a big chain, they don’t sell anything at all online. I couldn’t even confirm that they sell gift cards at all. I’m just assuming they must.
Cordelia has gift cards for Barnes & Noble and Target (the B&N card is from her birthday in May. She lost it for a while and then found it a couple of days ago). She wants to spend them today, and Scott said he’d take her. I’m not sure he thought that through. I suspect the stores will be packed. It’s not just the day after Christmas— It’s a Saturday, too.
I don’t know when we’ll see my parents. My mother said they’re only just starting the renovations they planned to do last week. The stuff they needed wasn’t delivered when it was supposed to be. They’re giving the renovations priority over coming to this side of the state to see us. I wish I was surprised.
I woke this morning with a migraine. I’m pretty sure that it’s the result of not being able to let go and sleep last night. I couldn’t get comfortable, physically, and I couldn’t stop what-iffing about how I could have gotten Scott to buy me things I actually wanted. Buying them for myself isn’t the same, and the things on my wishlist were mostly things I’m very unlikely to buy for myself.
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Date: 2015-12-26 06:02 pm (UTC)I can’t figure out where the fourth one comes from. It has a tag, but that tag doesn’t give a store name. Unfortunately, that one is the one I’m pretty sure isn’t opaque and so would most like to exchange. I have no idea if we can return/exchange any of them without a receipt, but getting to a Walmart would be a fairly major undertaking.
If the tag on that sheer blouse gives the brand name (rather than just a bar code and information like size and color), it might be a store brand. I don't know if this information still applies, but I will pass along my mother's expertise nonetheless. It used to be that you could only get a JCPennys brand at JCP, or secondhand, so you could return it to JCP. (Including by mail. But if you didn't order it yourself, you have to phone them and pay postage, so it may be easier for you to just go to the store.) If you had a receipt, you could return it for the purchase price and get money back, or exchange it. With no receipt, you could only exchange, not get money...and they counted the exchange value as their lowest discounted price ever.
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Date: 2015-12-26 06:12 pm (UTC)The nearest Walmart is in Ypsi. The nearest Kohl's is out past Briarwood.
Scott thinks that the Danskin t-shirt I'm dubious about isn't see through. But the fabric is so thin that I can't imagine being comfortable wearing it. I'm not sure if Scott's mother forgets that I don't wear a bra or if she's trying to make me wear one by continually buying me things I can't wear without one.
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Date: 2015-12-26 10:34 pm (UTC)I'm not sure if Scott's mother forgets that I don't wear a bra or if she's trying to make me wear one by continually buying me things I can't wear without one.
If she acts in good faith at other times, she's probably acting in good faith about this, too. (Or if she's a passive-aggressive manipulator about other things, you have your answer for this.) Most women wear bras at least some of the time. And it seems increasingly hard for me to find shirts that are both soft and substantial. Most of them are sheer, or clingy, or stiff, or scratchy...I often give up and just wear layers.
Consider if it's worth wearing as an underlayer? It can be useful if it's comfortable against your skin, and the outside is smooth enough not to catch against your dress, and it doesn't have a collar to get in the way. It doesn't need long sleeves to help keep your core warm.
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Date: 2015-12-27 07:19 pm (UTC)Looking back, I'm still not quite reconciled to the things she did around our wedding reception-- I'd asked that the food be served while the wedding party was still upstairs getting pictures taken, and she (without telling me) told the caterers that they were not to serve anything until Scott and I arrived because we had to get food first.
She also decided that the plan we'd made to have food there that I could eat was too complicated and that I could eat what was being served to everyone else. That meant that the only things I could safely eat at our wedding receptions were the cake and plain bread. I was not thrilled.
That was all complicated by the fact that Scott's parents paid for everything that Scott and I couldn't afford because my parents considered putting money into the wedding wasteful and wouldn't do it.
So, yeah, I'm really, really not sure.
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Date: 2015-12-27 07:24 pm (UTC)I have the advantage, in terms of shirts, that I don't need to look for anything that looks dressy/formal. If I wear a ratty t-shirt, there's only Scott and Cordelia to see, and I can still generally find t-shirts that aren't completely flimsy. Long sleeved shirts are a bit harder, but I have a catalog that has some things that might work. I like the cotton knit pants I've gotten from that company, so I have some hopes for the shirts.