When I was a kid, waiting for the cereal premiums to arrive in the mail was agonizing. Be it a baking-powder submarine, a Captain Midnight decoder badge (Ovaltine!) or whatever, the wait was excruciating.
As I have matured (HAH!) I find the wait for new gear to be a bit easier to accept. Today marks the two-week anniversary of me ordering a sewn-through summer TQ from Adam and Jen at HG. I gave them no deadline, and their site lists a 1-2 week lead time to sew. And I don't need it until July 15th.
Yet my excitement builds as the days go by. Only a matter of time now until the notification of shipping hits my e-mail. One would not think that the USPS service from central Ohio to southern WV would be slow, but sometimes I wonder if the mail goes via Chicago or Pittsburgh! By stagecoach!
And when it arrives I will collect the cherished box from the mailroom (they know to treat my arriving packages with respect) and slink back to my office. There I will excitedly pop the tape and extract the stuffsack containing the much-anticipated 900 FP wonder of lightweight warmth. I will drink in the aroma created by the synthesis of synthetic material and natural insulation. I will gently fluff the TQ, marveling at its gossamer feel. ANd I will lovingly drape it over my coatrack to complete its expansion.
Is this a form of delayed gratification?
I do love new gear!