Held Hostage On A Wednesday

There will be something of a "tone" to today's Wednesday Night Bullet Post. Sorry. I gots me the grumpies. It's not you. It's me.

*There is a little of the helpless frustration associated with staying home and waiting for a package delivery. You can't control the speed at which the truck is driving. Nor can you assert your will over the number of deliveries that need to be made on that day. All you can do is keep checking the tracking website and know that your stuff is coming ever closer to you. I like tracking packages for the most part. It's like travel...

*I don't like the part where you have to restrict fluids to avoid bathroom breaks and and keep the TV down low so you don't miss the grinding, clanking and back-up-beeping of the delivery truck. That's kind of rough. Especially when you are spending the day jumping to the window for a look-see at the slightest noise. You have no TV for entertainment and all that jumping can't be good for the already straining bladder. You can see where the frustration might build up as the hostage situation continues.

*Frustration, however, can quickly turn to rage. Especially when, after denying yourself any of the activities that make life comfortable and entertaining, you check the tracking site and read that they have attempted to deliver your package and are punishing you for not being home by withholding your stuff for another day.

*This makes no sense if you have been home all day not using the bathroom. Waiting for the package.

*After spending several minutes howling theatrically at the heavens and cursing your weak bladder for that one trip to the facilities in twelve hours, it may occur to you to check outside and see if a delivery slip was left as documentation of your bad package receiving behavior. Rage can turn to white hot fury once you see that there is no slip to be found.

*For some reason, the delivery people have joined the long queue of individuals who are out to get me. And who lie to me.

*And I can't even identify this negligent, lying, Sheep-hating delivery company because they still have my stuff. It's a dual hostage situation: me stuck at home/my stuff stuck in a truck. I have to be careful. This is like a negotiation.

*Why don't I throw them a compliment? The delivery company in question is quite brilliant in their complaint evasion ability. There is no number one can call that doesn't lead one to a voice activated menu of options, none of which include, "You lied about coming to my house and you have my stuff that I paid for, you meanie!" All you can do is email. Genius!!!

*I've never even laid hands on my elusive stuff and I already miss it.

*I dyed some of the merino today just to see what it would look like. It's pretty!

* I only dyed a bit of the merino because it seems that my big dye pot is no longer serviceable. It may be rusting a bit...not good for dyeing.

*I'd order a new dye pot, but I'm imagining that having my dye pot held hostage in the back of a truck would just put me over the edge. I'll stick to the smaller crock pot for the time being.

*Tomorrow is supposed to be very, very humid. Sticky. Yucky. Hot. It is wrong to hate the meteorologist for making this prediction. But I do.

*I will be stuck in my second floor, not so air conditioned condo. You know...waiting out the hostage crisis.

Don't mind me, folks. Like I said, I'm just a bit on the grumpy side today. I'm sure that things will take a turn for the better tomorrow. Assuming that the moisture-soaked air allows for it, I should have some dry and brightly dyed merino for your viewing pleasure.

Or I will be clinging to the hood of a delivery truck as I attempt a daring rescue on behalf of my stuff.

SA