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When I was 4 or maybe 5 years I had a seen a old movie about some long past NY politician – perhaps Fiorella LaGuardia (well, at least I will use for an example of what I said). I went in with my mom for her to vote. I was telling everyone that mom was going to vote for LaGuardia (or whoever it was in the movie). This of course was long after LaGuardia was around.
One word – I said this to my husband, but he insisted on a big wedding – ELOPE!
I did offer to bring our immediate families and his grandmother along for the ceremony at the township’s office building and then go out for lunch. It took well over 10 years before the 2 sides were talking to each again – once again he told me that I was right and he should have listened.
Since the early 1990s I have lost 84 lbs. I am still wearing not the only same size as when I was heavier, but also in many cases the same clothes as I did back then! They fit then and they fit now – while not thin, I am not fat any longer either.
I recently had to buy new bedroom slippers – I had my last pair for some time before the pandemic started and recently the bottom of them had split. I had to buy a pair of boys slippers as my feet are at the bottom of the ladies’ sizes and could not find any, and the girls slippers were not the kind I liked. My normal shoes are boys skateboard sneakers in black.
I have 2 skirts, 3 nice cold weather blouses and 3 nice warm weather blouses. Other than that it is jeans and tee shirts.
Until the pandemic I was still going out once a month an accounting client’s business (now she mails me the information and I do it at home and mail back what she needs from me). This assortment made it look like that I did not have a minimum of clothes.
I also needed to wear a skirt and nice blouse when I went twice a year to the synagogue for the memory of my dad on the anniversary of his death and Yom Kippur to say a prayer for him. While I am sure they would not say anything if I wore slacks, dad always insisted that women should wear skirts/dresses when attending services at same so I don’t wear slacks when I go to honor his memory.
We recently opened up the closet in the spare bedroom – husband finally reached the point where he decided to buy more hangers so that when he shifts clothing for seasons (I don’t do so – all my clothing fits easily in my small closet, he has much more clothing than I do) and we had to get his cold weather shirts out. I noticed while we were doing this that I actually 2 dresses. I have to decide if I want to keep them or donate them.
Oh, we each also have in our closets our 18th century reenacting clothing (2 outfits each). Our closets are maybe 3 feet across each. My closet has the ceiling of the staircase rising through through the floor and his closet has instead the eave line coming down through the ceiling. Part of each closet is 4 feet tall as a result of this. Room/closet ceiling is 7 ft at the highest.
That’s why I keep everything except the plastic shopping bags in my front pocket. The store was (some decades ago) that crooks would slit the bottom of pockets, the wallet would fall out and they would grab them.
Meant to say – I do NOT have a small cell phone. The one I currently have I got against my will when my 4G phone was for some reason discontinued with the 3G phones. This was the smallest one husband could find and it is 1.5 times the size of my phone and when I hold it in my hand it starts to fall over my hand as it is so big – it does not fit in my front pocket as well as my last one, but it does fit and I had to rearrange the small items in the pockets for everything to fit in them – but they do fit in. I have not carried a purse in decades – if it does not fit in my pockets, I don’t need it.
I carry my cell phone, small pill box, and a Space pen in my right front pocket. I carry my wallet, small bottle of hand sanitizer, small (perfume bottle size) bottle of alcohol, and keys (in cold weather keys move to jacket pocket) in my left front pocket. Tissues as needed are dropped in either pocket.
Rear pockets had been empty. Our state as of the start of March 2020 (same as when the pandemic started here – but that is a coincidence) outlawed most plastic shopping bags and stores depending on where in the state they are located either had to collect a 5 cent fee if their county/large city passed a law for same) on the bag or were allowed to charge the bag – around here 10c plus 1 c sales tax – if there county/large city did not pass such a law. If we go on a major food shopping trip I bring (pre doubled) paper bags from my collection, but for more casual shopping I shove plastic shopping bags (the “tee shirt” type which are illegal for stores to have now) from my collection of same, folded down to almost flat, in my rear jeans pockets. I can fit 3 bags folded this way in each pocket. Over the decades my husband, as well as most organizing books I have read, asked why keep the bags – the store always has them to give you. I replied to husband – one never knows. I figure we will never need to buy a bag in the few decades we hopefully have left as I have my collection.
What bothers me is her grandfather could be my age or even a decade younger than me!
I just want a clock that one can set by entering the time one wants. I stand there at night with my finger on 2 buttons (one is alarm and one is hour) and hold the buttons hoping to actually stop at the correct hour and then repeat the process with the alarm and minutes button to set it for the morning. There are many nights it can take me well over 5 minutes and several trips around the day to finally get it set for the intended time.
One thing I did learn many years ago when still working is to have a 24 hour clock. No more getting up several times to see if was correctly set for, say, 9 am and NOT 9 pm. My current clock is set to a 24 hour clock and if it is set for 9 – I know that it is 9 am as 9 pm would 21.
Not sure how that works as people can hate things that other people like. What my middle sister liked when we were growing up was rather different than what I liked and certainly when I in high school and college what I liked was rather different than what baby sister liked or could have as she was little.
I love Chocolate also – so I cannot have any. I am Diabetic and a chocoholic. If I start eating chocolate (even “chocolate flavored”) I can’t stop eating it and while it not good for average people to do that, it is even worse if one is Diabetic.
Years (decades?) ago I told everyone NO more presents for me – I have what I need and anything else I find that catches my eye (which is rare) is not something anyone else would find to buy me – this rule applies to husband also.