@Marille I also get the hives, and I LOVE furniture. But mostly I buy used: got my boyfriend a lovely art deco dining room set for $250, with delivery, which is less than anything but the worst Ikea furniture. Also: I don't have a wine hutch, but I do have two 48-bottle wine racks (I live with a sommelier while I am just a avid amateur wine drinker); got them for $8 each at the Goodwill. Good investment!
But where do I sit if I don't want to be harassed by the sound? I am getting crochety and old ("Turn that dang volume down!") while still having the ears of a relative youngster.
@sherlock Agreed on annoyance when one has limited liquids and then still has to wait about! I have gotten myself down to a single small MEC duffle bag for most of my trips that aren't 6 week business or coming back from my parent's after Christmas. The hardest part isn't clothes or shoes or books - it's liquids.
@Allison "got really judgey, but didn’t say anything because I am That Person in my soul, but try not to be out loud." Ha! I like that. I am sometimes that person out loud, like when I told the guy at the grocery store yesterday it was a five items or less line (he had at least 12 in his cart). Not meanly. But it was information.
I am never so happy to be 5'3" and 130 pounds as I am when flying. Generally, the person next to me seems pretty happy about it too.
Hugging a cat is something I am grateful for on a daily basis!! My cat: frequently less grateful, but I think he is grateful to have a human who lets him sleep on her head. Or maybe he just knows that's how it should be. Anyhoo, yes: I try to be grateful, and in particular when I get annoyed or upset about petty things, I try to end any rant with a list of things that are good in my life.
@j a y I'm sure someone else will donate you their debt if you need the thrill again!
@allreb Thank you for sharing - it's good to hear your perspective, espeically on something so personal.
I very much hope that physican-assisted suicide is an option if/when I reach an advanced age. I've been talking about this fairly regularly with my boyfriend, in part because Quebec is discussing options: quality of life, end of life care, what makes me human and myself. As an atheist in a country that has "socialized" medicine, I have no moral quandries about a strong regulatory framework to provide people with options about their final days. Both for the good to society that comes from reduced use of scarce health care resources, and because my body is a shell that serves me but is not sacred in any way. I've seen the wonders of modern medicine (a friend with breast cancer who was effectively treated, my step-father survive and recover very well from a heart attack that would have killed him in the 1980s) and the difficulty of end of life care (grandparents who declined slowly then quickly, in care facilities, an uncle with cancer whose palliative care was done in the home). Determining when is of course the difficult part. But I dont wish to end my life in pain, with no bladder control, unable to remember my life or communicate with my loved ones, or some variation on this.
@Jake Reinhardt AGREED! Unless I am staying for literally one night, I unpack - dresses get hung so the wrinkles come out, shoes get lined up, undies and tshirt and things get put in drawers. Part of this is, now that I am a carry-on only traveller most times, a duffel bag is not particularly conducive to living out of. Another part is that, for my job, I have on occassion had to stay in hotels for 6 weeks at a time. I need drawers and a closet for that - no question.