*drums fingers impatiently*
Jan. 9th, 2023 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyGotta clean the catbox today and I can't do that until the lawn people come by. It's winter during a season where it was actually colder than a witch's titties so the only thing they're doing is blowing leaves from one end of the parking lot to the other, but lord above save us if they don't make as much noise as possible doing so.
...huh. I may actually be from the South after all.
Anyway. Still no word from the plumber or any plumber, and the last word we got from our landlord was one asking what the best number to give said plumber to use to set up a time/date. That was Saturday. Not thrilled, exactly. I'm trying to be as diplomatic as possible here. I know after the holidays are a weird time for everyone and for all I know all the plumbers in the area are booked or on holiday or sick, as are the LLs (they're sick for sure, as Mom got tired of waiting for a reply and asked if the email had gone through and if so could they please simply say so) but dude. I cannot imagine most people being okay with their kitchen sink not working for what, nearly a week now? It's not completely out of commission but it's not exactly ideal to use a trickle to do any cleaning.
Other things! My Coorie should be out for delivery today. Y'know. The one I ordered back in uh, October? To be fair the following things happened:
Ordered with another item that was on preorder and didn't come in til the start of November, I believe. Then they sent Cwtch instead. Then their systems were wonky/they had that big Sparkle Saturday/Sunday sale and it took like a week after THAT to get my return slip emailed so I could print it out. Then *I* got sick. Then Mom got sick. So Cwtch didn't get mailed back til mid-to-late December? Then they were closed for the holidays. It's been an adventure. o_O
Went for a little retail therapy last night. Holding out on the new Disney ily line til I know what my paycheck is going to be for the holiday pay, though I have a list. A LIST. I poked around looking for a beginner cross stitch kit that spoke to me. Unfortunately my headache meant it wasn't really a successful outing online anyway, but I did find a book I like so I threw that on my PBS wishlist and my Amazon list for if I wind up liking this hobby. Or not sucking. I'm trying very, very hard not to do the thing where you start a new hobby and buy ALL THE THINGS because you're just SO EXCITED and then later you realize you bought useless shit or worse, you're in hobby hell. My hope is to avoid the hell part because it's something I did briefly as a kid and didn't hate and because it's something I've been meaning to do for years so the interest is there. Moderation, however, is rarely my jam.
Anyway. After news that was somehow both shocking and not, I needed an outlet for my feelings that was not stress-eating the rest of the tub of Teeter choco-chip cookies. Noticed Torrid's having their Torrid Cash sale and despite not earning anything recently, they threw $$ my way so I caved and bought the Poison Apple Sweatshirt I've wanted since it dropped, as well as a cute skirt to go with it, a plain sweater for me and a brighter version of that sweater for Mom. Then, because you can't combine Torrid Cash with sales, I went back for an earring set, an ~active wear~ shirt, and another shirt because why not. I seriously debated this Stacey McGill approved sweater right here but I suspect it's one that would look like absolute ass on me AND I'd spill stuff all over the white anyway. But it keeps calling me. I also considered this Stranger Things one and there's just a cute pink sweater I'm eying because I think I have three sweaters and one of those is MIA and has paint on it from someone painting something and not putting up a sign. The other one is not all that cozy and is more a wear outside when it's fucking cooooooooold, or at least cold for Charleston. I use it on the way to and from work as a blanket basically. Annnnnnnd the third is cozy as fuck but looks like ass on me. I want one that's cozy and doesn't look like ass, mmkay? I figure the ST one is more an outside one due to the zipper and the Stacey one is likely to look like ass, so I went safe and opted for a black one that's supposed to be cozy AF but apparently I want all the sweaters. :P
And now the moment I've dreaded. Yesterday after I finished reading Ship Wrecked and went to bed with my huge sinus headache, I woke up to my phone ringing but it wasn't the plumber, it was Cass. Since my head was still very much in the "fuck you very much" camp, I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up properly, I sent her a text and she let me know her favorite uncle had died. :/ She'd just let me know the night before he was going to hospice and then apparently it all happened very fast. She did get to say goodbye, which was good. I felt like a complete asshole for not answering the call(s, though I only woke up for the one. Had I heard the others, I would have answered as I'd have known it was about him because I already suspected but blinding headache) annnnnnnnd still do since, like I said, I suspected that if nothing else, it was about him. But I also really didn't expect him to die so soon. :/ He was probably my favorite of their relatives because whenever I'd see him, he'd smile and say hello and he always seemed happy to see me and like he meant it. He was good people and it's absolutely unfair the amount of shit he went through the last few years. Fucking cancer.
Now to go clean a catbox.
...huh. I may actually be from the South after all.
Anyway. Still no word from the plumber or any plumber, and the last word we got from our landlord was one asking what the best number to give said plumber to use to set up a time/date. That was Saturday. Not thrilled, exactly. I'm trying to be as diplomatic as possible here. I know after the holidays are a weird time for everyone and for all I know all the plumbers in the area are booked or on holiday or sick, as are the LLs (they're sick for sure, as Mom got tired of waiting for a reply and asked if the email had gone through and if so could they please simply say so) but dude. I cannot imagine most people being okay with their kitchen sink not working for what, nearly a week now? It's not completely out of commission but it's not exactly ideal to use a trickle to do any cleaning.
Other things! My Coorie should be out for delivery today. Y'know. The one I ordered back in uh, October? To be fair the following things happened:
Ordered with another item that was on preorder and didn't come in til the start of November, I believe. Then they sent Cwtch instead. Then their systems were wonky/they had that big Sparkle Saturday/Sunday sale and it took like a week after THAT to get my return slip emailed so I could print it out. Then *I* got sick. Then Mom got sick. So Cwtch didn't get mailed back til mid-to-late December? Then they were closed for the holidays. It's been an adventure. o_O
Went for a little retail therapy last night. Holding out on the new Disney ily line til I know what my paycheck is going to be for the holiday pay, though I have a list. A LIST. I poked around looking for a beginner cross stitch kit that spoke to me. Unfortunately my headache meant it wasn't really a successful outing online anyway, but I did find a book I like so I threw that on my PBS wishlist and my Amazon list for if I wind up liking this hobby. Or not sucking. I'm trying very, very hard not to do the thing where you start a new hobby and buy ALL THE THINGS because you're just SO EXCITED and then later you realize you bought useless shit or worse, you're in hobby hell. My hope is to avoid the hell part because it's something I did briefly as a kid and didn't hate and because it's something I've been meaning to do for years so the interest is there. Moderation, however, is rarely my jam.
Anyway. After news that was somehow both shocking and not, I needed an outlet for my feelings that was not stress-eating the rest of the tub of Teeter choco-chip cookies. Noticed Torrid's having their Torrid Cash sale and despite not earning anything recently, they threw $$ my way so I caved and bought the Poison Apple Sweatshirt I've wanted since it dropped, as well as a cute skirt to go with it, a plain sweater for me and a brighter version of that sweater for Mom. Then, because you can't combine Torrid Cash with sales, I went back for an earring set, an ~active wear~ shirt, and another shirt because why not. I seriously debated this Stacey McGill approved sweater right here but I suspect it's one that would look like absolute ass on me AND I'd spill stuff all over the white anyway. But it keeps calling me. I also considered this Stranger Things one and there's just a cute pink sweater I'm eying because I think I have three sweaters and one of those is MIA and has paint on it from someone painting something and not putting up a sign. The other one is not all that cozy and is more a wear outside when it's fucking cooooooooold, or at least cold for Charleston. I use it on the way to and from work as a blanket basically. Annnnnnnd the third is cozy as fuck but looks like ass on me. I want one that's cozy and doesn't look like ass, mmkay? I figure the ST one is more an outside one due to the zipper and the Stacey one is likely to look like ass, so I went safe and opted for a black one that's supposed to be cozy AF but apparently I want all the sweaters. :P
And now the moment I've dreaded. Yesterday after I finished reading Ship Wrecked and went to bed with my huge sinus headache, I woke up to my phone ringing but it wasn't the plumber, it was Cass. Since my head was still very much in the "fuck you very much" camp, I drifted back to sleep. When I woke up properly, I sent her a text and she let me know her favorite uncle had died. :/ She'd just let me know the night before he was going to hospice and then apparently it all happened very fast. She did get to say goodbye, which was good. I felt like a complete asshole for not answering the call(s, though I only woke up for the one. Had I heard the others, I would have answered as I'd have known it was about him because I already suspected but blinding headache) annnnnnnnd still do since, like I said, I suspected that if nothing else, it was about him. But I also really didn't expect him to die so soon. :/ He was probably my favorite of their relatives because whenever I'd see him, he'd smile and say hello and he always seemed happy to see me and like he meant it. He was good people and it's absolutely unfair the amount of shit he went through the last few years. Fucking cancer.
Now to go clean a catbox.