So please, enlighten me, dear Postal Service (USPS or Canada Post, doesn’t matter, you both suck).
Shipment goes from somewhere in eastern Washington state, to Seattle to Redwood and then to LA, gets lost for a week who knows where, and then after travelling backwards from the original point of origin ends up OVERSHOOTING where I am.
You know, I’m pretty clear on why you guys are losing money left, right and center.
My cats are a little weird. And by a little, I mean very.
So when they start to ‘act weirdly’ by my standards, my cat is being REALLY weird…
Like, freaking out over me eating cucumber and acting like I’m murdering his best friend, weird.
He might be going senile… Though it’s not the first time I’ve thought that about him.
Far too many days I feel like my life is a giant social experiment, where people are just trying to see how far they can push and push and work me to the brink of insanity, only to promise relief and then proceed to deny it in a fashion so spectacularly ignorant that the only appropriate response is a rage and anger so profound that it’s best to just leave me the hell alone for a few hours until I can go home and try to remember that I am not really insane, it’s the stupidity around me which is driving me so.
I wonder how far this experiment has to go to be considered a success or failure? Is it measured by if I manage not to defenestrate someone in a blind rage, or will they just keep pushing until I end up losing every remaining shed of self control I possess and start screaming at someone?
Or maybe it’s just been a spectacularly bad few weeks.
For the remaining quarter of the year, my goal is to wind down enough to get some gifts made, have some fun, de-stress and not end up sick as a dog when I get time off around the holidays.
So let’s take on ALL THE PROJECTS!!
I’m really bad at this…
Most cats (okay, many cats) like to sit in bathtubs. Usually not when there’s water in them, but even that isn’t that unusual a thing for cats.
I’m willing to be however, that very few people have cats which are slow enough to scare the ever loving crap out of themselves because their stomach growls while they’re lying in the tub and it echoes…
Cricket is a special breed of stupid.
When someone asks ‘how are you?’ and all you can muster is the response ‘Ehhh, it’s Monday’…
That’s pretty much all there is to say on the matter.
Not too long ago I picked up this lovely lace weight spindle. I tested it a little bit, but I was hell bent on getting through some fibre I already had on another spindle.
I finished that, finally, this week, just in time for my very first Fibre of the Month shipment to start.
Oh my… I just LOVE Rambouillet… it drafts marvelously and it and my new spindle are producing amazing results. Plus it motivated me to finish something that had been lingering on my spindle for ages.
I may need more of this… Wool allergy be DAMNED!