the routines post, with rambling

[habiliments]

I love the answers to my question about evening routines. Thanks to all of you for posting them - I may not respond to every comment (I started to, then realized I was going to repeat myself quickly), but I read every detail and appreciate that you shared them with me

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[katogden]

My wake up and sleep times are totally divorced as well. It is so difficult to explain to people who simply think that after living my entire life in a society based around certain work hours that I somehow do not know how to calculate time to figure out what would be eight hours counting back from 6 AM. I've been going to bed at 10...and unless I run for almost a solid hour at the gym, I cannot sleep until 1.

They way I think of it is that our twilight light in this part of the world doesn't predispose natives of this area to really give much heed to "sunlight waking, nighttime sleeping" or we'd um, sleep all day, and that somewhere in the vast reaches of human evolution there HAD to be some of us who, in those misty times before coffee, could naturally stay awake and night regardless of whether or not we'd been up at 5 AM hunting and gathering. Hand in hand seems to be that we are also the nappers. I am not of very much use from 2-5 every day if I go without coffee.

Our lives are similar Miss M. I keep house more than I used to with the little about- but I am like you in my possessions. There is also simply this: the price of things have clearly been inflated for years and do not correlate to salaries. My reticence in purchasing comes from the direct knowledge that the materials and labor invested in the object are less than half the retail price. It offends me, it offends my sense of good taste. And consequently, I find I cannot buy it on the rare occasions I do have possess the means.

xo

[stellans]

You said, "the price of things have clearly been inflated for years and do not correlate to salaries. My reticence in purchasing comes from the direct knowledge that the materials and labor invested in the object are less than half the retail price. It offends me, it offends my sense of good taste. And consequently, I find I cannot buy it on the rare occasions I do have possess the means."

This is so true. I don't even like buying new anything any more, without at least searching diligently for a used whatever. I still have furniture which belonged to my parents, grandparents, and great-grands, most of which are not antique/valuable $-wise, but are still durable. That says a lot about how things are made today, IMO.

Heck, even the pilot's case I'm dragging to AR in an hour or so is 15 years old; the stitches are still holding, the zipper is still closing with all teeth. The handles (both extendable and regular) are still fastened tightly. How many things can you say that about lately?

whoa. /soapbox

[katogden]

I have similar stuff- nothing that could be claimed as any sort of heirloom but things have have quite simply lasted. And ugly or not I keep using it for the simple fact that I respect the make of it.

I have a child- people think I'm hardcore about the toy rules I have for him but honestly, he is playing with the same wooden blocks I played with and it drives me nuts when he gets something- hotwheels comes to mind- and it breaks immediately. The cars are still fine-but the little cities won't last a week. It isn't just the waste, it is his sense of sorrow that in simple play, things are breaking, and he is by no means rough with his toys.

I am hoping that this depression we're entering in will bring a spate of homecrafters for household furniture, similar to etsy, who will find they can make a living off the mere durability of their items.

[habiliments]

I wish I ran for an hour. I just don't run. It puts me off, for some reason. When I watched Happy-Go-Lucky the weekend before last, I was SO jealous of Poppy's trampoline gym. Now that, I would do. And I'm still seriously tempted to splurge on a Wii and Wii Fit. Got the tax return and everything. Sure, I should spend that on tickets to the next East Coast wedding, but ... I like to delude myself into thinking I'll have saved up some dough by then.

Prices are wrong, it's true. And I love my hand-me-downs. It's when I start looking elsewhere that I get perplexed by things, and I know I shouldn't; other people are not me, and I'm not them. But it's hard not to compare, sometimes.

And yes, we're up watching the fire, finishing the wine, telling stories, an eye on the fireline. I've often said that I make the closest friends with people who get that you can listen to someone's story, and then come back with your own, and that can be communication as true as any kind of commentary or observations. You trade 'em back and forth. Sometimes I forget, but ... yeah.

I shouldn't be typing. I'm actually tired. I didn't write squat today and so the bulk of the movie thing has to be done tomorrow. Oh, dear.