I'm starting to feel more like a member of the human race.
Is it due to talking to Emily, Annie, and Ben for absurdly long periods of time yesterday (hi, guys)?
Is it due to meeting a mom at the park yesterday who moved here with her two-year-old twin boys last year from, yes, Boston? She seemed really nice, and it was great to talk with someone who understands the differences between here and there.
Perhaps it's the weather, which has finally gotten lovely here for the last couple of days, thanks to a high-pressure system. Think clear, beautiful blue skies and low humidity. Ahhh.
Perhaps it's randomly reconnecting with an old friend who, gracious me, owns a lighthouse (hi, Ken), thanks to a google-trip to Cape Cod (hi, Susanne).
It may just be the growing certainty that moving here is the best thing for me and Isobel. But ask me again in January.
Then again, it may be knitting up
Wisp in
Laughing Rat's beautiful mohair. Must find some ribbon and buttons!
It's probably because divorce papers are being served this week (hi, husband).
Don't worry. I don't think he reads this.Whatever the reason, it's time to start a new chapter in my life, isn't it. I was going to blog about turning a cosmic corner, but I'm a book girl through and through, so chapter it is.
Now, it's not as if the house has sold or I've found a job or we've agreed on a settlement or anything, but I'm coming to grips with the state of my life. Now, if I could just sleep we'd be all set. Oy.
And I may even be capable of getting the two boxes of stuff out to my sister in Kabul (hi, Boo). And I will definitely get to the grocery store today - Isobel usually lobbies for Trader Joe's, as they have little carts. Might even wind the Mystery Stole yarn and figure out a bead strategy.
Keri, I'll keep you posted - just wish I had a better idea of bead placement in the pattern, but that will be revealed soon enough.
And, Emily, I'm going to cast on for something not-a-shawl, I promise!
