Monday, November 05, 2007

Time...Still Messing With Me!

The clock and the calendar have remained teamed up in their ongoing assault on my perception. Nothing makes sense anymore. Confusion is king.

I was rather looking forward to setting the clocks back this year. That extra hour on a Sunday is always such a delightful surprise since I never seem to remember to check on when it is I am supposed to perform this little miracle of time management. I suppose that this is why I was able to make so much progress on the spinning yesterday, now that I think of it.

Mostly, though, I was eagerly anticipating leaving for work in full daylight as opposed to stumbling out into the world in the dark. It's not that the dark is a bad thing, really. There are lots of neat things about the dark. It minimizes the laugh lines and helps to hide any stains that might have managed to find their way onto my shirt as I ready myself in the morning.

But, I can't help but worry about those pesky zombies. I know it's irrational. Yet, they could be out there and it has been a trial to venture out to face them as part of the opening ceremonies for my morning commute.

Now, logically, we all know that it is the daytime zombies that are really scary. They are, in fact 67% scarier. We have a deal with the creepy crawly things and they have all agreed to only terrorize us at night. The zombies, however, will shamble out at all hours, bold as brass. They don't care. They are not rule followers. Daytime is supposed to be for the living. It is our time for frolic and running errands. Not for running for our very lives.

But, for some reason, the nighttime zombies still scare me more. Crazy, I know. And the morning ritual of racing from the front door to the truck, hurling myself into the driver's seat, slamming the locks in place and still keeping most of the coffee in my travel cup was getting tiresome. The things a girl has to do to keep from being breakfast before she's even had a chance to her enjoy hers...

Despite this morning's light-filled benefits, though, I really just felt like I was running late.

Then there's the whole computer delivery thing. Ordering through the school was supposed to satisfy my need for instant gratification without having to use any more of that pesky credit that I have to use for truck repairs that I'm sure will be looming. (they always are...) Instead, it has been a wait of epic proportions. This is not fitting my definition of "instant gratification." I am now well over a month into my wait for my "instant gratification" and laptop.

According to the latest email from the much-harangued tech. guy (who has to be tired of the daily communications from various staff people who are also having gratification issues), the wait will go on. There are problems with monies owed the nice computer people from the school district, changes in contact people, (many of whom have differing opinions with regard to whether we owe money) and a rumor that all our machines are being upgraded to the newer operating system. I've stopped caring. Too much of my life has been sacrificed to The Wait. I have lost much of my Youthful Optimism to this endeavor. I will now be a Bitter, Haggard Old Sheep who does not believe in instant gratification. Or the sweet nothings murmured by tech. guys who just want the points they get from the computer company for big orders. I don't even believe in laptops anymore.

And The Very Thin Sock Yarn? It beat me again. My spinning of the threads that will one day be plied into the finest sock yarn to ever grace a sweaty foot is ongoing. I have not finished.

To those who offered their congratulations with regard to the amazing thin-ness of this yarn, I do feel that I should be up front and say that it is still under quite a bit of tension. I've been fooled by yarn before this way. It is thin and I am most proud of this, don't get me wrong...but it will floof out a bit once it is no longer being held in place by the bobbin and orifice. The true test of its skinny nature will come once it is plied. Will it retain it's svelte appearance? We can only hope...

On the plus side, I am fast running out of blue. If I am going to keep to the color sequence, I need blue. Hence, when the blue is gone, the spinning is done. This leads me to believe that the end is in sight.

But, I've been wrong one or two times before on this one.

So there you have it. I'm driving to school in full daylight each morning, risking contact with the Rule-Breaking-Daytime-Zombies, thinking I'm late most of the day, can't check the clock on my new computer and have no socks. This makes for an interesting day, if nothing else. And I suppose it gives me one or two things to look forward to.

Except the zombie part. I don't look forward to the zombies. Unless they come bearing my new computer.

SA

15 comments:

Beth said...

What's your game plan if zombies do deliver your new computer? Will you grab it and run like the wind? Or will you have to give them some kind of peace offering?

Anne said...

If a blue sheep delivers your computer we want to know about it right away.

mehitabel said...

Shall I have Raziel (The Stupidest Angel) come and pay you a visit to get rid of the zombies for you? Or Reg Shoe? How about the zombie lawyer, Mr. Slant? No?
I finally finished the Endless Scarf of Doom, I mean Noro, so you will probably be able to finish your spinning soon. I am here to certify that there is, indeed, an End to Endless Projects. Really. I didn't even have to have the zombies do it...

trek said...

So, I should be on the lookout for a blue and purple zombie sheep carrying a laptop during daylight hours?

Knitting Linguist said...

I like the idea of computer-bearing zombies. I promise they exist -- they sit in my classes regularly during the semester (alas). I hope they show up soon with the computer in hand, and then wither to dust as soon as the delivery is complete.

kmkat said...

Computer-bearing zombies? Now there's a premise for a new tv show...

Sheila said...

You're a bit nutty, Sheep! I miss reading your blog....the laughing, the crying from laughing so hard, etc.
Spinning is fun, no? Relaxing, then.
You are actually a very accomplished spinner by my standards.

errs said...

Perhaps I can help with the zombie problem. I have a Zombie Escape Plan. On my blog: http://pantheonacres.blogspot.com/2007/11/etsy-friday-saturday-edition.html

Mel said...

Well, my plan to move the state into the Atlantic Time Zone and can Daylight Savings altogether wouldn't do anything in the end for the morning zombie dash, but at least you wouldn't have to remember to change your clock. So long as you've got something to cut off their heads, though, you should be fine. So what if your neighbors shy away from you when you're carrying a machete around all winter.

Anonymous said...

You still don't have your new computer? Tech guy should be worried about a certain sheep.
Karen
http://nothingbutknit.blog-city.com/

Mia said...

Very educational talk on the zombie problem sheepie. And much needed! Some people might not understand!! But I certainly know the fear of the morning jump into the dark vehicle. But NOW the zombies are out there waiting when we get out of work in the afternoon and ready to wait at our front door all night! That's just not fair!

And as for the thin spinning, as long as it's got enough twist to hold together during the plying, it should stay pretty thin. Can't wait to see it!

debsnm said...

Daytime zombies - not so scary 'cause you can see them coming, and face it - even *I* am faster than a zombie. (I mean, seriously, they can't even manage the operation of a door, let alone running.)
Wait time - don't look at it as frustration, look at it as *More Knitting Time*
Sock yarn (or lack thereof) - threaten it with new sock yarny purchases - that'll show it!

Cursing Mama said...

I was not aware of the rule breaking daytime zombies. I can tell you for certain though that brains are tasty :)

April said...

I woke up yesterday morning thinking I hadn't set my clock back and therefore had another hour to sleep. Turns out I *had* set the clock back. Oddly enough, my boss didn't see the humor in me rollin' in at 10:15. I hope the zombies get him.

Lorraine said...

Can you use the Cheerful Teaching Assistant as a distraction while you grab the laptop and run?

LOVE the singles you're spinning. I'm on tenderhooks until we see the final product.