Coping Without Cookies

This past week held one March-related event that I actually hold dear. I was informed by a sweet fifth grader that the day for which I wait with the greatest of anticipation had arrived. Said sweet fifth grader is a Girl Scout and the very one who took my cookie order this year. She wanted to let me know that they had arrived and that, within mere days, they would be in my Sheepie little hooves. Three teachers had to close their classroom doors in response to my hallway hi-jinks. There was actual capering and gamboling. I achieved vertical distances that one would not normally expect of middle-aged educators as I leaped about and sang a few rousing choruses of "Hey, Hey, It's Cookie Time, Baby" for all the school to hear.

I was a little excited...

But, things went a bit awry. Instead of the three boxes that I expected to be delivered unto me, I was handed but one. I know I ordered more than this. I know it. Who orders one box of Girl Scout Cookies??????? The sweet little fifth grader will never know how close it really was. There was a brief moment where it was a certainty that The Sheep would begin pummeling her with a box of Peanut Butter Patties while sobbing and babbling incoherently a litany that would later be translated by court-appointed experts as having something to do with her love of Thin Mints and hatred of having to live in an unjust universe.

I held it together, though. I paid for my lone box of cookies and released the sweet little fifth grader back into the wild so she could scamper back to her troop. They are probably eating my Thin Mints and laughing as I type. But I took the high road. What else can you do, really?

It's March. These things happen in March.

I know there are those of you who just love the month of March. But, March is like that boyfriend you dumped with a sigh of relief. Within mere months, he is going to meet that special someone who can appreciate his clever way of cleaning his ears with his car keys. There's someone for everyone. But what works for others doesn't work for me. I'm just glad that somebody takes in recycled boyfriends and unloved calendar pages. Me 'n March? Not marriage material...we can't even stay friends or exchange occasional Christmas cards.

This weekend, I decided to take charge of my March Blahs and see if I couldn't finish one of the projects that has collected around here. My definition of "finished" is loose, but I'm working on finding the happy so that's just how it is going to have to be. And so I give you the first of the weekend's "Git 'er Done" entries:

The Single Sock!!!

Yes, it is but one. But it is finished. Except for that little yarn end that seems to have escaped the weaving in process...I don't recall seeing that until I looked at the picture I'd already uploaded. But, as I so often point out, the parts that are hidden in the shoe don't really count so we can all just pretend it isn't there.

Work with me here.

The second of the pair is on the needles and well underway. That won't be done any time soon, but that's OK. I may have something else finished before the night is over. I'll have to consult with the author of the pattern before I post a picture, but I'm really rather pleased with how this little number is turning out.

I can't change the fact that March is going to hang out here for a while. But I can make the best of it, by golly!

I just can't have Thin Mints.

SA