The days are full, and I keep forgetting to blog until bedtime, and putting it off until tomorrow. Having reached the point where I’m putting off writing here because I have so much to catch up on, I must block the avalanche and power through.
First and best and amazing-est; Michael starts a for-real-and-true non-contract job on Monday! He received three job offers in seventy-two hours, so wasn’t that a fun and nerve-wracking decision to make. He’s going to be a Java and Systems Administrator in a big fancy skyscraper in downtown Minneapolis, making $10k more than at the ill-fated job that brought us here in the first place. We’re going to have actual useful health insurance three days after my birthday, and he’s at a place that looks like they really know what he’s worth. I’m so proud of him.
Spring is here, and not just according to the Wheel of the Year. This early Spring is the main topic of conversation with Minnesotans these days. Spring firsts are stacking up – reading outside on Sunday, bare-legged dress yesterday, pitcher of iced tea today. The down comforter has been taken off of the bed, windows are open during the day, and the subcutaneous tension that comes with being cold all the time is quickly passing away.
The end of my Blackberry Cardigan is in sight; after picking up 600 stitches for the button band this evening, I’m so eager to be done. There’s an embryonic Traveling Woman shawl in my bag as well, but it’s not getting much attention. I have up to five knitting groups to go to every week, I applied for a scholarship to the Interweave Knitting Lab, and am enrolled in a class with Amy Singer next month at Darn Knit Anyway. KnitLife!
The Twin Cities Ravelers group continues its growing activity. Having a friend in for tea. Going yarn shopping and out to coffee with brilliant new friends. Yet another friend’s birthday party, meeting her awesome friends. Being given two bikes to comfort our losses. A big congratulations dinner for Michael. Completing my warm-weather wardrobe for just over $200. Michael in a hat. “No time to explain, get in the car!”
I’m telling you. March is the best of all possible months.