Lacy Kerchief Scarf

Well, I am making progress on my Lacy Kerchief Scarf. I have been wanting to take pics for the last couple of days, but the sun is not co-operating with this desire. Ergo, I decided to take pics under the cloudiest of conditions. So the quality isn't the best. But at least I have pictures to show. I've been neglecting my felted clog slippers (which I really should finish this week) and a pair of ankle socks which I started once upon a time.

So kind of an interesting story. Have you ever waited in line for something? Now, I'm not talkin' about a 15 minute wait in the grocery line or Wally World. I'm talking about waiting for hours for an item which may or may not be given to you. Normally, I like to mock these kinds of people. For example, when people waited in line for hours and hours (or was it days) to get tickets to the latest Star Wars episode, or the latest Harry Potter book, or tickets for the Rolling Stones, or (insert your favorite here). In my opinion, I have always thought these people don't really have much of a life. I mean, it's just a movie (or book, or concert...). If you wait an extra week or two, you can get into that same movie without running the risk of line-ups (unless you're really into hanging out with geeks that like to dress up as their favorite movie character or whatever...get a life Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia, right?).

Well, yesterday that all changed for me. I am now one of those to be mocked. I waited in a line-up for almost seven hours for the latest gaming console by Nintendo...The Wii. Okay, so normally, I'm not really a big computer geek, I spend minimal amounts of time playing video games. In fact, I lovingly tease my hubby (who is a computer geek...but a hot one) by asking him questions about his imaginary gaming friends named Korg, Galaxia, or (my personal favorite) Zoltar. But the Wii is different. You play the games physically instead of sitting there like a blob. I like the idea of playing games that get up up from the couch and physically moving your body. So, I gave in. I stood in line for almost seven hours. (Actually I did sit for part of the time...my dear hubby ran out and brought back some lawn chairs...I'm so pathetic!).

When they opened the store, they only had 3 games in stock (we were 5th in line), but they were expecting another 3 to 7 games to be delivered by courier later that day. The truck could come in 10 minutes or 10 hours...it was up to us to wait or not. We decided to stick it out. There was one lady in front of us, so we figured, "Hey, we're guaranteed to get one, baby!" So we entered the store and decided to wait. There were some people who decided to leave, but seven of us were committed! I had now become one of the people I normally mock. We were each given a card and our names were recorded as to the order we were in the line-up (we were #2 on the list). Now it was just a waiting game. After about an hour, the courier truck pulled up and the air was electric! I even offered to help him carry in the boxes. Box after box came in through the door, some big, some small. We all held our breath with excitement. After all, we really didn't have to wait too long.

Then the murmurs began. "It's not here," someone whispered. "It's not in this shipment." I began to panic a bit. "What do you mean it's not in this shipment...they said it would be." The fellow behind the counter assured us that there would be another delivery later that day. My racing heart stood still as I looked toward my husband. "What do we do?" I asked. Well, we made a joint decision that we would stay until noon, no later because we both had things to do. Noon got closer and closer, and the woman whose name was before us made the decision to leave. Woo hoo! We're number one, we're number one.

A short time later, the courier returned. This time though, he only had one skinny little package...certainly too tiny to hold a Wii console (let alone 3 to 7 of them). "You're joking right?" I asked him. Nope, he guaranteed this was all he had for that moment. My husband by this point was certain that they wouldn't show up at all for the day. I keep trying to see the glass as half-full. By this time, I was committed to staying until 10 p.m. if I had to (I had lost all capacity to make wise decisions at this point and had become completely irrational). Well, we decided to stay and after awhile my hubby went to pick our daughter up from school. The "Wii Support Group" gathered in a small area of the store by this point and we started talking about "what if the truck doesn't come back today...would we come back on Monday". I said to the group that "this is it. If it doesn't come today, my husband and I would just wait until after Christmas because they'll have tons then." A few others agreed. At almost 3 o'clock the woman working at the store told us the truck wouldn't be coming in that day after all -- she wasn't sure why. But she let us know that the next courier truck would be arriving on Monday morning if we wanted to try again.

Well, you never saw such a pathetic looking group of people (most of us remaining were moms and two grandmas). Christmas dreams would be dashed for some, but I reminded myself, it was just a game, not to worry. In fact it had turned out to be a rather interesting day -- I met new people, I was no longer a virgin to waiting in line for something that I could just wait a few weeks longer for. It was a neat experience overall.

But today my husband said that getting the game console is like a bit of a game in itself. It is really a game of chance, but if I were to go back Monday morning, there would be a good chance I could get one. It's just a game, it's just a game. It is a game and now I want to win!!!!! I keep telling myself to chill, but there is a demon-geek rising within determined to get one of those most cherished Wii consoles. I am officially a big loser like Korg or Galaxia. But for now you can call me...Zelda!