{"id":1774,"date":"2019-11-17T10:20:01","date_gmt":"2019-11-17T15:20:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/control-h.org\/wordpress\/?p=1774"},"modified":"2019-11-17T10:20:01","modified_gmt":"2019-11-17T15:20:01","slug":"seventeen-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/2019\/11\/17\/seventeen-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Seventeen"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>Christmas Shopping<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve done a bit here and there, but I am not well along the way to being finished.  Something, there, about, you know, MOVING.<\/p>\n\n\n<p>Obviously, I have the list of folks who&#8217;ll be very happy with gift cards.  I can wait a couple of weeks until the Thanksgiving fun is finished.  (So after the turkey is <em><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" aria-label=\"done (opens in a new tab)\" href=\"https:\/\/www.urbandictionary.com\/define.php?term=meat%20is%20done.%20people%20are%20finished.\" target=\"_blank\">done<\/a>.<\/em>  Yes, I have my pretentious moments, but that&#8217;s one of those things that irks me for some strange reason)<\/p>\n\n\n<p>Going through this and some of my gift ideas, however, brought up a couple of things with gift-shopping<\/p>\n\n\n<ol class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>Many gifts I remember giving were the ones that ended up giving me the most pleasure (for seeing the reaction), and;<\/li><li>So much seems to be a matter of reliving past moments of adequacy.<\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n<p>For the first one, I was going to throw out a few of my past ones.  I only remember a couple.  Still, I&#8217;m trying to remember the ones I&#8217;ve given that get a fair amount of use by the recipients.  There&#8217;s not a lot of things I see lately that I gave which are being used.  I hope my grandfather is enjoying the gift I gave him for his birthday.  Maybe he&#8217;s using that.  The mittens I bought my wife, on the other hand, aren&#8217;t getting used.  (They&#8217;re fur-lined.  Even if the bunny was going to die, anyway, she doesn&#8217;t want her hands feeling his\/her fur&#8230;.)  I would assume my mother still uses the very expensive KitchenAid waffle iron I bought my parents while my dad was still alive.<\/p>\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m also reminded of something from my Randian past, the gift of a necklace (pendant?) in <em>Atlas Shrugged<\/em>.  The precipitant, the novel&#8217;s main character, really likes and values the piece of jeweler.   But when the giver gave it to her, he had her model it wearing only the necklace.  <\/p>\n\n\n<p>So I find myself wondering whether, when I buy a gift, it&#8217;s for the recipient, or for me.  I just nixed something I was considering, simply because, ultimately, it was something that was probably more for me than for the person to whom I was planning to give it.<\/p>\n\n\n<p>On the second, I really don&#8217;t want to re-do something I&#8217;ve done previously.  Again, though, it comes down to the reaction the gift evoked.  I might have done something creative, but, ultimately, I did it because of the reaction it&#8217;d evoke.  <\/p>\n\n\n<p>So I find myself trying to recreate that with something similar, but a little different.  <\/p>\n\n\n<p>Is it even a gift, then?<\/p>\n\n\n<p>Too many thoughts for this early on a Sunday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Christmas Shopping I&#8217;ve done a bit here and there, but I am not well along the way to being finished. Something, there, about, you know, MOVING. Obviously, I have the list of folks who&#8217;ll be very happy with gift cards. I can wait a couple of weeks until the Thanksgiving fun is finished. (So after [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[26],"class_list":["post-1774","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-national-journal-writers-month","tag-nojomo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1774","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1774"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1774\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1774"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1774"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/control-h.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1774"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}