I had a delivery of some yarn expected today (as well as a new pair of Crocs for my job.) I knew they were supposed to be here today and was looking forward to them waiting for me when I got home. I had to take my middle child to her ballroom dance class but left my teen and youngest child at home. There were no cars in the driveway so the mailman presumed no one was home. I came home not to new shoes and a box full of yarn but to a little card saying that I can pick my packages up tomorrow at the post office (which is NOT the post office 3 miles from my house but the post office 10 miles from my house!) I asked my son who was in the living room watching TV if he saw the mailman come by and he said yes but that he never came to the door. He knew I was expecting these packages and so was on the look out for them. My mailman is the laziest ever. He’s even honked at me to come get a large bundle of mail after we came home from a vacation because he didn’t want to bring it to the door. I’ve seen him drive right by mailboxes with flags raised when it was raining because he didn’t want to get wet (I’m not joking, he drove his route but didn’t pick up any mail!) After the hurricanes he wouldn’t deliver to anyone’s home who didn’t have a box standing and unobstructed even though the local postmaster said that all mail would be hand delivered if a box wasn’t available for a month!
I was so hoping that I would be able to knit on my new wool tonight. I’ve finally decided to knit a real adult sized sweater for my trip to Oregon in December and was hoping I could get started tonight. Nope, I have to go to the post office tomorrow before I go to work, get my yarn and shoes, go to work and then come home and knit. DARN IT! I’m definitely complaining!