One Cool Sheep...

Another sock has died an untimely death here at Casa de Sheepie. There was yet another heel flap issue, this time involving a "to slip or not to slip" sort of situation. I'm thinking that there might have been a split in the yarn which resulted in some confusion as to what was a stitch and what was just a figment of my imagination.

As I was never all that thrilled with the join at the top of the cuff, I just said a hearty, "screw it" and frogged the whole thing. You'd think I'd be a bit more upset over the whole matter.

But I didn't miss a beat. Whatever, dude... The world doesn't turn based on whether or not I have two socks with which to cover my feet. It'll get done. But not tonight. I'm thinking that I will switch up the plan and do the holiday knitting during the week just for a snort and a giggle. For several weeks now I have been reserving the weekend for Christmas gifts and the like, leaving weeknights free for my own little Sock-o-rama. I'm feeling all reckless and stuff, though. Gotta love free will! I'm gonna work on a towel and a scarf and there ain't no one to tell me I can't.

I suppose the whole devil-may-care attitude may come from having received a certified letter today. Actually, the slip was put in my box last week, but I sort of chose to ignore it at that point. I've never had good news come via certified mail. And it seemed unlikely that, while I recover financially from my recent interruption in the paycheck cycle, this was going to be word from someone who just wanted to wish me a cheery, "how-de-doo" and perhaps offer me a jet ski. No, it was far more realistic to think that I might have missed a bill somewhere in there and that this was going to be something in the form of "chastisement."

Sadly, one can only avoid the US Mail for so long. They are persistent little buggers. I had little choice but to respond to their latest notice and go face what I thought might be bitter music. Turns out the letter was just from some company that wants to build some stupid thing in my area and was forced to mail us all letters with regard to environmental impact and possible mental stress. It seems they are having an informational meeting soon.

I may go to the meeting and stage a protest just to pay them back for all they angst. I'll make up signs that say, "Save the endangered Yankee Sheep!" and march around whipping up public sympathy. That'll teach 'em to make me drive all the way to the post office thinking that I have to come up with yet another "valid reason" for nonpayment of something that I don't actually remember having.

But I'm not going to. The Big Bad Building Men In Suits have taught me the meaning of "perspective." We are stress-free on the sock issue. For that, I'll give them a pass.

This time...

SA