Please Mister Postman, look and see (Oh yeah)
If there's a parcel in your bag for me (Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time (Oh yeah)
For me to get that yarn of mine?
I know...Somewhere in the ether Karen Carpenter is holding her ears and humming "la la la la I can't hear her....la la la.." As an aside, I spent every single school morning of my 7th grade year sitting on my best friend Debbie's bedroom floor singing along with The Carpenters albums. Her voice "spoke" to me then...and I still feel incredible sadness that she's gone.
Sappy, but true.
Anyway...I should be opening the mailbox to yarn....glorius yarn...any day now. After a fairly successful yarn fast...I have the Naturwolle for Kayla's Rogue - My Olympic Effort on it's way as well as that gorgeous Twinkletoes sock yarn...
Since I haven't opened the mail box to anything but bills and a jury summons in a really long time...I'm excited. I'm dying to train...uh swatch...for the Rogue. Tho, I have to say, we decided to let the cable go in order to pay other bills and the fact I won't be watching the Olympics while knitting my Olympic effort seriously bums me out. At the same time, I'm horribly distract-able...so I'll likely get more done NOT watching it.
Reminds me...conversation in the car recently:
Superhero: "Mom, when is the cable going to get turned back on?"
Me: "Well...it's not. Cable is not a neccesity and we simply can not afford it right now."
Superhero: "But MOM!!! We NEED cable!"
Me: "Sorry Bud...I know it's a bummer."
Superhero: (wistfully) "I loved cable...."
Me: (internally) "Me too."
How did we get addicted to the idiot box so quickly? A couple of months of cable...and we're hooked....crack tv...yup...that's us.