One of my early soapbox issues
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It has been a nice quiet weekend around here. But my muscles are screaming like crazy. You see, I did something I NEVER do or at least I haven't done in 16 or 17 years. I did yard work. I weeded my flower beds yesterday. I got up and was outside at 7 AM. (I also don't do the sun or heat very well either lol) So now the muscles in my butt are really sore. The last time I remember being this sore was when I planted azalea bushes many many years ago. The other "casualty" of yesterday's yardwork is my pointer finger on my right hand. There were several stubborn patches of field bermuda in the beds. I didn't realize at the time but I guess I hooked my pointer finger under the soil in an effort to grab under the roots to pull. Yesterday afternoon it was already sore and stiff. Today it is a touch better but it sure does make knitting awkward. lol
I've done some amazing things regarding yarn since I've started knitting but I think Monday had to be the funniest. My Yarn Priest aka Margaret asked me when I was in her shop if I would mind taking some yarn back to Norman with me. It was a bag of 20 skeins of some very soft Merino yarn for a customer who lived here in Norman. The customer had already paid for the yarn and said she'd pick it up the next time she was in but Margaret knew a way to get it to her more quickly. So Margaret calls the customer while I'm there and gives her my work number and name and tells her I'll have it and she can reach me on Monday. Monday rolls around and about midmorning the customer calls and asks where I work. I tell her the nearest corner, find out what type of car to look for, find out she's only 10 minutes away and tell her I'll be outside watching for her to just pull into a parking spot. So I'm downstairs standing on the sidewalk along beautiful downtown Norman on Main street with traffic whizzing by. I notice there are no parking spots to be had. (It gets that way sometimes until the Ticket Nazi comes around but that's another story.) Pretty soon I see a dark blue car and notice the driver is looking at me as she comes around the corner. No parking spots still so I'm walking towards the street. The customer/driver has stopped now and is smiling at me and trying to find the right button to roll down the passenger window. Cars are piling up behind her and now blocking the intersection waiting for her to move. I sling the bag of yarn into the car seat and yell "Enjoy!!" as she waves and takes off!! I felt like a drug dealer. Seeing the customer, rushing out to the street, making the drop and her taking off!! lol Ok, maybe I don't have a clue how a drug deal goes down but if you use your imagination......and I sure do hope that was the right lady!
It's really sad when your highlight of the day is the thrill of buying a new electric toothbrush head and you are more tickled because of the "stitch markers".
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