I feel so organized. I actually use a piece of furniture for that (currently the trunk, at other times a chair).
One of my problems with Mom is that she will put everything away; there have been times I couldn’t find a summer piece because she’d hid it under a bunch of winter clothing (what the flying bologna sandwich is a spaghetti strap top doing under a pullover and a wool coat?). She recently spent some time at my brother’s house while there was some work going on in hers and at one point she put away the clothing he’d left out to wear! :smack: We don’t dress in the bathroom, because growing up there was only one usable bathroom and you needed to leave it available (one where you could bathe), so he’d left the clothing on his bed. He walks out and… “Moooom? Am I allowed to kill you?”
One of my conversation killers is “I can’t ride a bicycle”. Kills conversations about ecologically riding one to work all dead.
Eating. I’d quite happily live on a diet of peanut butter on toast, potato chips and chocolate. I do force myself to eat proper food but my food preferences are definitely juvenile.
My great aunt didn’t even know which medication she took, so she was in a right pickle when she became widowed. She only outlived my great uncle by six months.
I don’t have to deal with this, but I might someday and it won’t be pretty.
I’ve never lived in an apartment and wouldn’t know the first thing about having to deal with it. I get that I’d write a rent check every month, but coping with too-close neighbors, waiting for my landlord to fix something, not having even a little bit of a yard, hearing everyone else’s noise all the time . . . yeesh. I didn’t do it in my youth, and if I had to start doing it now at age sixty, I don’t know if I could cope.
Hey, I have a house only because I inherited it. And I have no inclination towards marriage and children. So lots of people see me as weird! Not really a conventional adult, by a long shot!
I don’t know how to use the thermostat. I was never allowed to touch it as a child, and I’ve always lived in moderate climates, so I never really learned. I don’t know how to light the pilot lights on the heaters either. If my husband predeceases me I will probably spend my golden years layered in sweaters like a bag lady.
Supposedly this is the first TED Talk: How to tie your shoes. It makes sense to me since you probably have with loops (bends?) going in the same direction which tend to become untied. Following his directions has improved my life greatly.
I can’t whistle, or back up a trailer, or solder copper plumbing pipes. As I get older, six feet is about all the higher I want to be off the ground, so tall ladders are out.
I turned 39 last Sunday. I still have no idea what you’re supposed to do if you prepay for gas with cash but can’t fit the whole amount of gas in the tank.
My buddy had this scheme worked out where he would go into a gas station, give them $50 for pump X and then ask for a receipt, knowing full well the full amount wouldn’t fit in his tank. He’d go back in and get his change, but submit the $50 receipt on his expenses.
He tried talking me into doing it, and as tempting as it was, I couldn’t do it. I was convinced I was going to get caught.
I would expect you’d get caught too. Did you buddy actually do that, or just talk about what a neat idea the thought he had. The receipt would clearly be for a deposit and not for any amount of gas actually pumped. (For one thing, it wouldn’t show the actual gallons pumped or the price per gallon, which every final receipt I’ve ever seen does.) I would think the people over in Accounting would be wise to that.
When I worked in a self serve gas station (1975) there was a couple who’d meet every so often for gas. He’d give me his company gas card and fill up, but leave the pump on. She’d move his car and pull hers forward, then he’d fill hers up.
Gas was 52.9 cents a gallon. Real life Bonnie & Clyde.
He did it several times, but not all the time. Mostly when he was returning a rental car. He did it for years. He still may be doing it, I haven’t worked there since 2013.
I don’t have to turn in receipts for rental car gas, but I do have to turn in my rental car invoice, which has the mileage on it. It wouldn’t even take much scrutiny to catch some misbehavior here, just a little savvy code and only human intervention when it finds something funny. In fact, I tripped an automatic fraud alert with a series of high charges for taxi rides. All easily explained with a short narrative of my travels, with addresses.
Take it easy on yourselves. Not everyone can adult everything.
In our house the wife adults things financial and I adult things electronic. Division of labor is a wonderful thing. Between us I don’t think there is much of anything we can’t adult. But it’s great having areas that you just don’t have to worry about.