Thursday, September 8, 2011
I hate waiting for deliveries. I am one of those people who will sit by the window all day, looking out, if I could. Every time I hear the sound of a truck passing by, I will pop right up and out of my seat to see if I can spot a glimpse of brown and yellow. Will the package come? WHEN will it come? Will it get sent to the wrong place? Will I be in the bathroom and miss the knock of the delivery man? What if I wait all day and the package doesn't come? And then on top of all that, I get grumpy at feeling like I've been held hostage all day to the house, waiting for something.
Our "fancy" little neighborhood is not immune to crime. Last year, I had a package delivered while I was out of town for a night. The UPS man tossed the box over the metal gate. By the time I got home, all that was left was an open gate and empty box. Since that experience, I religiously track shipments and arrange my schedule so that I'd be home when I'm expecting.
Today's package is a doozy. I ordered some new equipment and materials. Going to take a step into the metal clay world, with options in bronze and steel and copper working. Yes, there is a small kiln that is due today. I am so excited and so nervous. First, about the delivery. Second, everything else after that. I think I think too much and that's part of my problem. But that's one of the many things I do and I just can't help it. Nor can I help how rambling today's post is.
I think I hear a truck. I need to go check...