Today is one of those days that tests whether or not I truly am a patient person. I am waiting on both the Mailman and the Cable Repair Guy. (Not being sexist - our mail carrier is a man, and I’ve never seen a cable repair lady in our neighborhood, and I’ve seen a lot of them. Perhaps that’s why they can’t seem to get the cable fixed right.)

Last week we decided to upgrade to digital cable, after the company made an offer on it to offset the fact they’ve taken a few channels off the analog only service. We would have to do this eventually for the great analog switch off in February 2009, but I was perfectly willing to wait until then. V convinced me otherwise, and it’s been a mess ever since. It seems we have poor signal out here in never-never land (right, we are 5 minutes from a big suburb, 25 minutes from Kansas City proper.) Today, sometime between 8 am and 5 pm, they are going to install an amplifier to (maybe) fix it.

I recently decided that in addition to the many Holiday gift projects I have in the works I also needed to do something indulgent just for myself. So I joined the Mystic Waters Shawl knit along. In August I spent most of the money my Mother gave me for my birthday on groceries, so last week I managed to squeeze $25 out of the grocery budget to buy some laceweight yarn from Knit Picks, and a set of their pretty new Harmony needle tips. According to the tracking number and the USPS website, it all should have been here the day before yesterday.

So today I’m sitting here waiting to see who shows first: the mailman or the cable guy. If the mail gets here, I can wind up my yarn and maybe start swatching to distract me waiting for the cable guy (although I usually do these things in front of the TV in the evenings.) If the cable guy gets here first maybe I can find something good on TV to pass the time until the mail shows up. For the moment though, I’ll get back to the sewing machine and all the stuff I’ve started on to bulk up RM’s cold weather wardrobe. (The girl grew literally 5 inches and two and a half shoe sizes over the summer.)

Thanks for the well wishes for healing up the back strain.  It’s slowly improving.