Mid-Week...You Know What That Means!

Yup. It's time for the Wednesday Night Bullet Post, a salute to all things random and a gift for a Sheep who tries to blog nightly but often runs low on material. It's a gift to all of us, really. I mean, I like finding interesting material in the mundane as much as the next gal. But, Great Jumpin' Jellybeans...where would we be without this nice little break in the middle? Let's have at it!

*My Cheerful Teaching Assistant has an outlook as sunny as a spring day. God bless her little heart. She is a treasure. And, thus, it was hard to not catch her enthusiasm regarding what she believed was the imminent delivery of our new laptops. Ordered through the school back in September, they have been a long time in coming. I had resolutely promised myself to simply give up hope and accept the fact that all tech guys lie. They don't have laptops for sale. They will tell you they are ordering them. But they don't. It's all a conspiracy to make us sign up for payroll deduction so they can buy fancy new pocket protectors...

*But, I caught the fever. I believed that my Cheerful Teaching Assistant must have a direct line to some great well of hope that would surely sustain us both and reward us with a shower of new laptops. She firmly believed that today was going to be the day...

*There is a very sad Cheerful Teaching Assistant moping around southern Maine tonight. There is also an older and wiser Sheep who should have known better and is resolving once again to become bitter and untrusting. There were no laptops delivered today.

*I wonder if I can still get my laptop from prison? If anything should happen to the tech guy who did the ordering, I won't have been the perpetrator. But I seriously doubt that there is a jury in this land who wouldn't convict me in a heartbeat based on the many, many muttered threats I've made of late.

*I have never more in my life wanted to give gas pumping instructions to anyone as much I wanted to do so this morning. The poor lady at the pumps next to me was doing it all wrong. And by, "wrong" I mean ridiculously, horrifically wrong. You have to be gentle with the pump. You can't force these things. Her indelicate strategy resulted in the pumps periodically shutting down, forcing her to give up in disgust. The final "Oh to heck with this" yank on the hose as she extracted the nozzle caused a spray of precious go-juice that I wanted to just mop up with a hanky for future use. Gas ain't cheap, people.

*Pumping fuel is not for amateurs...

*My sixth graders are going on a field trip tomorrow. I am sending my Cheerful Teaching Assistant rather than go myself. I should feel worse about this than I do. She is young and can take this sort of torture. I am not. I will stay behind and amuse the fifth graders.

*Don't feel too badly for my CTA. My fifth graders are an "energetic" and "opinionated" bunch.

*Remind me to pack a lunch for the sixth grader who won't remember to bring one. I hope he likes tuna fish. That's all I have. I have pears, though. I know he likes those.

*He forgot breakfast today. Hence, he ate my lunch. No pears for Sheepie today...

*I was struck this morning by my lack of purple socks. I have handknit socks in many, many colors. How is it that I don't have any purple ones? And when did my wardrobe shift to purple? Once the holidays are over and I go back to sock knitting, I'm going to have to deal with the lack of purple socks. You might want to make a note to remind me of that one, too.

*I finally made an appointment to get the oil changed in the truck. I figure it's a three day weekend and I can sacrifice one day to get that done. It is also a good time to hear about all the other things they can find that are wrong with this cursed vehicle. I'm going on Saturday since I like to kick off the weekend in style.

*I'll knit on the Chevron Stripes Scarf so I don't have to look through that big window at the mechanics gathered around my truck, shaking their heads and consulting a variety of manuals. I don't need to see that...

*Every single spot into which I have tried to place a foot has been occupied by a cat this evening. This is going to be one of those nights where two cats seem to have suddenly exploded into three hundred and fifty-two. They are everywhere!!! And they don't seem to be moving.

*Which begs the question: How is it they can suddenly be where I need to be at a moment's notice? Mind boggling, really...

*I really wish I was typing this post on a new laptop. That'd just be wicked keen.

*I turned on the heat last night. Then I left it on all night long. It was delightful! I've been holding out for a while since the weather wasn't really all that bad. But the time has come. Let there be heat!

*You may now all safely assume that my hot flashes have passed. We are back to being chilled and unable to feel our toesies.

*Speaking of toesies, can anyone explain to me the sudden urge I felt at 8:30 last night to begin hand washing all the knitted socks? I know that it needs to be done and all. But washing the socks at that late hour wasn't going to let me get too far and still make it to bed at a reasonable hour. But, at least I will have some clean, handknit socks for the rest of the week!

*Just no purple ones...

Happiest of Wednesdays to all and to all a good night! Tomorrow, I shall be regaling the blogging world with another book review and dazzling the readers with my stunning observations on youth literature. Stay tuned!

SA