May 13, 2006
Why I hate my neighbor
Behold! The lobby of my building.
Outside you can see the fabulous weather we're having today (which is giving me one of those headaches where I also feel nauseous), but I'd like to draw your attention to the mailboxes, and explain to you why I hate my neighbor.
On the left you see the gold mailboxes, which are blindingly shiny because the maintenance staff polishes them with something outrageously vile at least once a week. These are reserved for first-class letters, thin magazines, etc. On the right are wooden bins, which are for small packages, thick magazines, third-class mail, etc. Unlike the gold mailboxes, the wooden bins are shared: one for each floor. I go through the wooden bin assigned to my floor on an almost daily basis, especially if I'm expecting a package or magazine, and this is the reason I hate my neighbor.
You see, she's a nice girl and all, but she keeps getting these small packages that are the perfect shape, size, and consistency to contain a pair of handknit socks. Every day I approach the bin, excited by a new Tyvek or bubble envelope sitting there, only to look at the address and realize that it's not my Sockapaloooza socks, it's another small something or other for Ms. J. Argghh! Such a downer :(.
It's only May 13th, so I'm not worried yet that my Sockapaloooza socks aren't here. Or maybe I am... I don't know, you guys, what's the etiquette? When do I get worried? Should I be concerned that my pal has never contacted me from an anonymous e-mail address?
Last time my wonderful sock pal Kim contacted me (anonymously) throughout Sockapalooza, and it felt so good. I didn't know who she was, what she was knitting for me, but I knew that she was out there, thinking about me, knitting for me, and I didn't worry even for a second. Similarly, I've made it a point to contact my sock recipients for both SockPal2 (hi, Yasmin, the one and only person who has Jaywalker originals!) and SockPal3 (more about her below) from an anonymous e-mail address just to let them know - I'm knitting for you, don't you worry!
Sock Pal, are you reading this? Can you drop me a line to let me know you're out there? The details aren't important to me - on time or late, short socks or long, blue, pink or purple - I just want a little reassurance that you're out there, so that I stop stalking my neighbor's packages ;).
Edited to add: I just got an anonymous e-mail from my pal! Who got an e-mail? ;) I got an e-mail, hehe! My pal writes that she's working on my socks, and that I'll be receiving them shortly, possibly in a week or so. Wheeww! I'm sure my neighbor will be thrilled that I won't be stalking her packages for a few days ;).
As for my own pal, for whom, if you remember, I knit those berry Lorna's Laces socks, she is Ashley of dogged knits! Hi, Ashley! Knitting for Ashley was very special because she is one of Alison's sock sisters. In other words, the girl deserved a very special pair of socks for all that hard work, mmm hmm. I was super paranoid during entire SockPal3 about accidentally outing myself to Ashley, because she's a sock sister, and she reads my blog, and I can be a little absentminded when it comes to using my "anonymous" e-mail address (in other words, too many of you already know it; I'm making up a whole new address next time). I'm pleased to say that I didn't prematurely out myself, and that Ashley loved her socks. What a relief! The sizing seems to have worked out, and I have grandma to thank for that - she and Ashley have nearly identically-sized feet.
Last, I would like to share with you the notecard that I mailed to Ashley. I hope she doesn't mind (I don't think she will). The postcards around here have a major cheese factor, so I was thrilled when I found this notecard by a local artist: (I figured local artist, local postcard... good enough)
The caption on the back says, "Two jobs at the same time! Huancavelica, 1995, Peru". The credit goes to Illari Productions, photo/design by Behrooz Ghassemi. He (she? they?) are located in Newton, MA.