I hear you. We had more hands helping with my Grandma L’s house. So I thought I was well out of it. Then my aunt died and I inherited, not only all of her photos, but all of Grandma L’s letters and photos, too. And then my mother died and I got her photos, and Grandma D’s photos, and great Grandma B’s photos. So let me add:
If you love your loved ones LABEL YOUR PHOTOS!
(And “Dad and Me” doesn’t cut it.)
I haven’t seen that. What I did once see was “mouthful” used when “mouth full” should’ve been used - it was said that someone was eating while talking, and “talking with his mouthful.”
sigh
Back about 15-18 years ago I was driving through Iowa about 2am on a county road with a Highway Patrol car about 150 feet ahead of me in the other lane. Suddenly about a 50-60 pound Dire Raccoon ran between us. I had to swerve violently to avoid hitting it. Oh man, I prayed hard that the cop saw that! He kept on going, so I guess he did.
As a contrast, I just found an advert for a ‘Leaf letting service’.
Surely that’s a fairly limited market.
Oh, and while I’m here- this sodding laptop ‘mouse’ button is driving me crazy- I can’t simply click on anything; it’s double, or even triple clicking every time (and randomly clicking when I was nowhere near touching it even). I can’t really justify paying someone to fix it while it’s still vaguely usable, and I’m far too much of a coward to try take the thing apart to fix it myself, but it’s driving me mad.
I have a t-shirt you would like.
My sodding laptop mouse cursor just jumps around randomly - I’ll go to click on something, and my freaking cursor has in that split second jumped to the other side of the page I’m on.
Sorry about your grandma and her hoarding, Soylent. My solution to any hoarding tendencies is to move every five years - it’s harder to keep every little thing you’ve ever bought when you have to pick it up and pack it in a box and move it periodically. I’m sure there are hoarders who move all their garbage, but it seems like most hoarders make a nest and just cocoon themselves in it for life.
I had to get eyeglasses. I kinda thought it was coming, and I had prepared, but I was still not happy to have to buy them.
But then I found out I “needed” bi-focals. So I got talked into ordering no-line progressives.
I wore glasses when I was younger, and I remember hating to pick out frames. Turns out it still sucks, but now there are so many more choices. They all look like shit on me. Everything is super trendy. The wireframe styles, which I prefer, all poke me in the eyeholes with the stupid little nose cushions. So I ended up with a pair that the glasses dude picked out because I was tired of saying NO to all the various pairs he was showing me and they seemed the best of the options I had available, because I am not paying a lot of money for fucking frames and therefore set a $150 limit on those.
Today I picked up my new glasses. As suspected, I hate these frames. I was worried that they would be too small to effectively serve as bi-focals, and I think I am right–I am having a terrible time switching between the two corrections. The frame is too much in my field of vision so I feel like I am looking out a very small window, or the bars of my cage. I knew I needed something big and ugly; I have been fighting this too small frame issue with sunglasses for years. But no, Mr. I Know What You Really Want insisted that I buy something more feminine and they are simply not going to work. FUCK!
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I am mostly mad at myself because I should have just left when he was trying to sell me these stupid glasses and came back when I was in a better frame of mind. But I wanted it done, dammit. Now if I want to return these, I will get to pay a 30% re-stocking fee. That’s assuming they will allow the return without too much trouble. And I’m not entirely sure I should have gone with bi-focals; just because my eye doc says to doesn’t mean it’s the best way to go right now. Dammit!!
Stupid person, being impatient and making your own life hard. ARG!!!
stretch, you have my sincere sympathy. I have to get new glasses every year, and picking the frames just bites.
Will it help if I tell you that most adults who need corrective lenses have to get bifocals? I am too nearsighted to see my hands in front of my face without my lenses and always thought that as I aged, I’d get farsighted and then I would be able to see without glasses.
Nope. Didn’t work and I got my first bifocals at 32.
My advice is to take your glasses back and complain. You might learn how to deal with the small frame, but not being able to focus between the different lenses is just wrong.
(its possible that your eyes might need to take time to learn how to use the correction, but you really shouldn’t be ranting about it. Something is wrong, and its not you.)
Darn, missed the edit window. ** stretch**, you are allowed to rant about whatever you want. Properly fitted glasses that include the correct lenses should make you happy. I’d rant about that if I was you as well.
I am willing to put in the time to learn to deal with the correction. I have always been farsighted I just didn’t need to wear glasses from age 12 til now. Now I have presbyopia too. Part of my problem is that I am having a hard time understanding why two things that make it hard for me to see close up need to have two different corrections. Why can’t I just get one correction to help me see close up? Fucking eyes!
I am going to give it a go for a couple of weeks, but I think the frames are too small. If I look down the smallest amount, the bottom of the frame distracts me and I really notice the top of the frame as well. WAH!
I have been wearing them since noon and I keep getting queasy. I hope I get used to this shit soon.
You will.
I got progressives when I first got bifocals (I have tris now) and never did get used to them. About two months into it, a dog knocked them into a pond and I took that as a sign and bought the lined ones. Sounds wrong, but the lined lenses were MUCH easier to get used to, and not seeing the frames happens pretty quick too.
I’ve been signed up with a temp agency that finds me proofreading and copyediting work. There’s a particular company that uses me several times a month – never for more than 2.5 hours at a time, but those jobs have been welcome. I’ve also been submitted for some longer-term jobs, one of which I got at a time when I really needed the money, so I’m happy to be signed up with these guys.
Today, however, I’m miffed. I was supposed to get the file for one of those 2.5 hour jobs tonight, to be handed back in by noon tomorrow. I also booked a job that I have to go to the client’s office to do, scheduled for noon to four p.m. tomorrow. I got an email from the first client saying their file wasn’t ready for me yet, and if they got it to me by noon tomorrow, could I have it back to them by five? I replied explaining about the other job, and said that I could work on it in the morning, or if they were flexible about the time, I could race home and get right on it after the on-site job, getting it done by 7:30 or so. I copied the temp agency’s rep on the email (different jobs go through different people at the temp agency – these two jobs were booked through different people).
While I was waiting to hear back from the client, I got a phone call from the temp agency rep who booked the on-site job, saying the other agency rep had informed her about the conflict. She said she thought they ought to give the on-site job to someone else, to keep the first company happy. I said I understood, but said that if there was any way to do both jobs I was happy to accommodate both clients. I got off the phone with her, checked my email, and found a reply from the client saying that as long as I got her file back to her before midnight tomorrow, everything would be fine. Yay! I can do both! I immediately called the on-site job’s agency rep (we’re talking five minutes later) and told her what the client had said.
She said, “Oh… I already assigned that to another editor – we can’t undo that.” Wha? You did it to ME…
So I got screwed out of a hundred bucks that I really needed. Hrmph. At least I got to look good to the first client, saying, “I spoke to the agency and agreed to decline the other job, since you booked me first.” 
While I was waiting
You want to come over and crawl under the desk/behind the TV’s and do it?
I didn’t think so–the dust bunnies have teeth.
Then there was always the house shuddering as the 12 hard drives spun up as the A/C’s kicked on…
Did the mouthful talk back?
When the trackpad on my Macbook started doing that it turned out to be because the battery was swelling up and about to fail, possibly catastrophically. It pressed against the underside of the trackpad. Luckily the battery is easy to replace.
I kinda wish he hadn’t, just so you could be telling us the story of the time you explained to a state trooper what a dire raccoon is. 
Obviously. Otherwise he’d have been talking AT his mouthful.
And that kind of thing is just wrong.
It’s just the left button- it’s clearly loose, and the trackpad and right button are fine, so I don’t think it’s anything serious. Thanks for the warning though.
