And this is why we don’t look at our email first thing in the morning

So, turned the lights out late, yadda yadda… I woke up from the alarm, looked through my email on my smartwatch and found – an email telling me to pay for the shoes I returned in June plus a fine because I was late.

I thought I had dealt with this when I returned the shoes and revoked the contract as per the instructions I got, then a second time when the first „your payment is late“-notice showed up in my inbox and I wrote another email back but no.

So I tried again to figure out where I went wrong. It might have been better to inform both the company that facilitated the sale and the company dealing with the money of the return but I did what I was told to do. I checked and found a message that the return package had arrived at the bakery next to the shop I had bought from, maybe that was the problem.

In the end I decided to write an email directly to the shop owner. The email address was on the website. I told the whole story from beginning to end with citations and all.
Just a short time later I had an answer. They apologized, she had received the return but forgotten to put it in the system. So sorry for the inconvenience. Phew.

Then I went to the drug store, supermarket and to buy socks for my husband. Came home a little late with a huge load of stuff, about half of it for the freezer.

Then we ate lunch:

The burgers are leftovers from two days ago, the cucumbers are from our garden and the flower is edible.

I then just sat around doing nothing until it was time to teach. I had two students cancel and used that time to watch some more online workshops and eat dinner.

After that we got a voice mail from our neighbors who want to invite us for grilled fish. Which is nice, we like them but – the day they suggested is my birthday. So my husband talked to them while I was teaching my last student.

A t-shirt I had ordered had arrived at some point in the afternoon, also the scythe shaft (too lazy to look up the right term again). Only I couldn’t find the shaft anywhere which was a bit disconcerting, I mean a thing like that doesn’t just vanish in the letterbox.

Turned out my husband had already put it away.

I tried the t-shirt – which was too big. I mean, yeah for size conventions, I had ordered a similar t-shirt a while ago in M, that t-shirt is too small right now so I bought one a size bigger. Only, it’s not exactly the same, this one was clearly too big. I stood in front of the mirror contemplating altering it by taking a bit away here and there and also at this other point for a whole ten minutes until I decided to just return it.

Fortunately, this was Amazon and not some obscure aggregate vendor site, so I clicked the right button, chose from a drop-down menu that the item was too large, got asked if I wanted the money back in my account or as credit on Amazon and – to not return the tee.

I turned around and bought the same t-shirt a size smaller right away. So I guess I got the „buy one get one free“-deal.

And then all the energy left me. I still hadn’t done the dishes and for some reason couldn’t face them. Only after a while did I realize that a major problem were the leftover burgers. See, my husband had made burgers two days before. He refried half of them yesterday and then didn’t feel like eating them. So he put them back in the frying pan to eat at night.

I had been wanting to ask him what to do with them ever since lunchtime but kept forgetting because there were all these other things to talk about. Just after he had left the kitchen to watch the news I remembered again, so I went to the annex to ask him. I startled him (that happens very often and I blame his hearing getting worse in part) and he shooed me off, angry about my timing.

Which then led me to sit on the kitchen bench playing solitaire for an hour or so.

Then I started writing this post. I had thought I hadn’t done anything all day but I guess that was incorrect.

I threw the burgers away. (Really, they do taste good fresh but reheating them is not the best idea, even if you fry them again for that. I do like them cold, that’s good.) I did the dishes and watched some C-drama and such.

Again, I breezed through all my nice little evening routine alarms. I’m not giving up on the concept yet but it’s definitely not a raging success.

Today is the last day of school. I already have one cancellation, we’ll see what the day brings.