I got a call from DHL around 9:30 this morning asking me to make sure I was home because they'd be delivering a package for me to sign for.
I went a little crazy on Thursday and ordered several (okay five) more Japanese pattern books. I decided to try ordering from Amazon Japan this time. The books were much less expensive, but I don't even want to admit what I paid for shipping.
I apparently got my money's worth though because the books were due to arrive today. It's Monday, and it's a holiday, and did I mention I ordered the books on Thursday? The most recent Thursday, the one that was like three days ago? Did I mention these were from Japan? I don't even get stuff that fast that's shipped from two states away.
I actually wasn't home when DHL called, but when I did get home, I did the package tracking thing on the DHL web-site. I just couldn't believe it would be arriving so quickly. Sure enough, the package had left Boston about an hour before. It was kind of interesting to see the package go from Osaka to Hong Kong to Cincinatti to Boston.
For the rest of the day, I was on pins and needles waiting for it to arrive. My ears were on high alert, and every time a car slowed down on my street I had to look to see if it was the DHL truck. I live on a busy street, so that was a pretty time-consuming activity. Finally, I looked out the window and saw a man in yellow and red carrying a package heading in the direction of my house. I raced downstairs, and I would like to say tore open the package, but it was already opened - must have been inspected.
But all the books I ordered were there.
I spent a good thirty minutes looking through them, but I'm headed to bed now to take another look. I used to read novels before falling asleep. Now this.