Unsubscribing from lists

NO, not you. Rather all those pesky emails that somehow land in your email box day after week. You are no longer sure where or why you are receiving them. On a normal basis, the delete key works extremely well. When traveling, it is a completely different issue. Clogging, bandwidth and annoyance factor heavily into the challenge.

Which is why I decided, on either day 2 or three of the current whiny back wrench episode, that I could take out my frustration in a useful manner. Email after email – find the “unsubscribe link”, follow it, tell them they are annoying me and pull the plug.

It is 0640 in the morning and I am feeling extremely sorry for myself which shouldn’t be a complete surprise. I have an overwhelming number of things to accomplish in the next couple of days which includes – but is not limited to:

  1. Travel arrangements for the rest of the summer + related correspondence and phone calls. Did I mention that I absolutely hate talking to banks, travel organziations, hotes and cruise lines on the phone?
  2. turning the current chaos of our bedroom into something resembling safe habitation
  3. creating a comfortable, working studio
  4. getting myself back in shape (which is easy on a ship and much more challenging when living partway up the side of a very old mountain)
  5. knitting
  6. reading
  7. soaking in the hot tub
  8. drinking a lot of coffee


0930 update.

I went to Bar Class after all. With a few modifications it wasn’t any worse than I expected. Given that I was already an unhappy camper, I could focus on pain in other areas of my body for a change.  Meanwhile I reorganized my studio space so that I can actually walk across the floor. In the process I found a number of scarves and sixteen pairs of hand-knitted socks, all of which pre-date 2007. From the looks of them, most look new. Since I can’t bear to see hand-socks used as slippers, I will offer them up in the next couple of days to anyone who needs them. If you use them as slippers, I simply don’t want to know.

I am now going to tackle the bedroom, listen to an audio book and perhaps take more ibuprofen.

And whine – can’t forget about the whining.


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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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