Ever have one of those mornings?

It started on Friday night.  Not the knitting night part, that was great.  I am having so much fun there, and although I almost talk myself out of going most times, I always am glad I went through whatever trouble to get there.

It’s because I like Monk.  The show on USA.  It’s on Friday nights, and I don’t worry about it when I’m at my knitting thing, because I know I’ll miss it when it’s on at 8, but they replay it at 11, so I just watch it then.  I’m usually up til midnight anyway, or close to it.  So, I was all set to watch it, and it was the 2nd part of the 2 part season finale, and the Captain had shot Monk, and although I had a sneaking suspicion that the 2 of them had planned that all out, I still wanted to see the rest.

I got home in plenty of time, even though Panera Bread let us stay this time until 9:15! ( and this time the teenager guy who was running the register gave me a free pop when I complained for the umpteenth time that they should really have beer there), but, kissed the kids and sat down to watch Monk.  Hubby started saying he was tired, and had to get up early the next morning.  He likes to go to this Promise Keepers breakfast thing at the crack of dawn on Saturdays.  I don’t get it.  I don’t even like to play with yarn at the crack of dawn.  So, I check the guide to see when it’s on again.  It was on Saturday night, which I knew I’d miss because hubby and I were going on a date, and again Sunday morning at 8.  Now, normally I wouldn’t think that would work, but the kids and I leave for church about 9:45, and it doesn’t take me 45 minutes to get ready.  So, I thought, Sunday morning it is.

I set my alarm for 7:45, so I could catch the weather first.  I switch on the tv, and it says it’s searching for the satellite.  I think, isn’t David downstairs watching tv?  It’s on the same satellite?  How come my box thing can’t get the signal.  So, I try turning it off for about 5 minutes.  Enough time for me to go potty, go downstairs and make sure David’s watching tv and not a dvd or something.  It was the tv.  I go back upstairs and try again and nothing.  This time, I think, I’ll just leave it on for a few minutes and see if it can get itself fixed.  By about 8, I started to worry.  Not too much, because I had seen the first 5 or 10 minutes on Friday, so I thought, I have a little leeway.  Now, I think, maybe turning it off isn’t enough, I should unplug it completely.  Did that for 5 minutes.  Nothing.  Then did it for 10 minutes.  Nothing.  Still searching for satellite.  I think, maybe the satellite thing on the back of the box came unhooked or something, so I un-do it and re-do it back again.  Nothing.  But, while I was doing that, I hit a button on the box or something, and the menu came up.  So, I thought, that’s good, maybe there’s some menu button for “I need to watch the season finale of Monk and it says there’s no signal”   There wasn’t.

I know what you’re thinking.  Hubby asked me the same thing.  Why did’t I just go downstairs and watch it down there?  Well, I didn’t want to kick the kids out, after all, they were up before me, and all that.  Then there’s the I didn’t want them running rampant through the house while I was downstairs part.  It’s sort of soundproof down there, and if I’m watching tv up in my room, I can leave the door open and pretty much hear where they are in the house and by sound can tell if they’re doing something they shouldn’t be.  Can’t do that from the basement.  Then there’s the I can’t sit in my comfy bed surrounded by most of my knitting projects to choose from part.  If I go downstairs, I’ll have to bring something with me.  And it’s colder down there.  And I just wanted my own dang tv, dang it.

At about 8:30 or so, I think I about gave up on the whole I can fix it somehow thing.  I just left it on, went on the computer to get the weather and print off the directions to the baby shower this afternoon, which was fun, thanks for asking, and started getting ready for church early.

Guess what time my tv/satellite got their act together this morning?  9:06.  Guess what time Monk ended?  9:00.  Hear that?  It’s God laughing.  At me.

On to the shower.  The presents were all greatly appreciated.  I got a picture or 2 of the little socks, and actually made another pair, but those aren’t done yet.  I’ll get them up this week.

Thank you to KnittingGnome for noticing that the towels I dried the blanket on matched the blanket.  That was planned you know.  I ALWAYS do that.  To Meredith, that border’s a touchy subject.  It started when I couldn’t find the right shade of off-white, which was what I had pictured.  I hunted through all my stash and brought the balls/skeins up into the bedroom and laid them all out around the blanket and asked my visually adept hubby to help me pick one out.  He didn’t like any of them.  Well, neither did I really, but I wanted sort of an antique look, like a linen or tea stained thing or something.  He suggested yellow.  I don’t really like yellow for babies.  Don’t know why, I just don’t.  But, to be nice, I went and got my 2 skeins of yellow that I own, and laid them out.  One was YELLOW, and didn’t look nice next to the faded green and blue.  But one was a nice faded yellow, that I had to admit looked rather ok.  I started on a reverse sc border, but that didn’t look right.  So, I did a row of regular sc, and thought that looked fine.  I didn’t want too much yellow.  I showed it to hubby and asked what he thought.  He was supposed to say something like, that looks great dear.  What he did say was, I think you should make it wider.  Dang it.  So, I did the row of reverse sc on top of the sc.  So, thank you so much for asking about that.  Here, I have a paper cut, you wanna get some lemon juice to pour on it?  And Dale-Harriet, I’m going to calculate out, because you know I have all this free time, exactly how many stitches are in that blanket, so when it’s commented on, since the lady lives almost next door,  I can say, that’s not a blanket, it’s xxxxxx stitches of LOVE, baby.

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1 Response to “Ever have one of those mornings?”


  1. 1 dorkyquilts February 25, 2008 at 4:14 pm

    I hate it when that happens! Last night, my DH and I sat down and watched the first 7/8ths of the movie “Paycheck.” It wasn’t that great of a movie anyway, but I kept watching only because I was curious about the ending. Well…you can imagine what happened to the last eighth. Static. I wouldn’t have cared so much, except for that it was such a bad movie anyway! I suffered needlessly. Oh well, at least I got some sock-knitting done….


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