I’ve fallen in love with a job I don’t necessarily need.  I mean, I just changed jobs last spring, and my current job is a good one.  But this other job . . . she’s winking at me from across the room, and she’s got bedroom eyes.  And I know, if I really got to know her, I’d learn she likes really bad pop music or likes to flirt with other girl’s fellas or something.  But from here, she’s the best job ever.

And I’ve fallen in love with a house that’s a bit far away, and would only be within reach if I got the aforementioned job, and Scott changed jobs, and we magically sold our house at just the right time for enough money . . .  and she’s winking at me from across the state, and she has the right name and the right history and some acreage and a willow oak in the dooryard.  And I know, if I really got to know her, I’d learn that she had played fast and loose with some Carpenter ants or that she had troubles with mold or something.  But from here, she’s the best house ever.

We spent the weekend in Scottsville and Lonan and Kelby’s place. Their new place is on six wooded acres, and it’s wonderful.   Jeremy is now eleven million feet tall and playing all hell out of his banjo.  A bunch of us descended on their new land, played and sang and danced a bit; ate, drank, hooped and hollered, and did all that stuff that needs doing in a new home.  Mike and Tara’s new friend Susanne came along and wowed us all with her bass playing ability.  Anubh brought along the proofs for the calendar we worked on, and it’s fantasic.   It was really hard to come back to the sprawl.

I’ve spent the rest of my time lately working too much, painting and staining our new door, getting used to this new computer, and not buying books.  Not buying books is hard.  I’ve also knitted about a third of the back of Scott’s new sweater, frogged it when I remembered math is not my closest friend, and re-knitted in the correct size.  The blanket is much larger, an abandoned sock has been doted on a bit, and some plans are in the work to think about finishing some stalled lace.  I’d provide photographic evidence, but I can’t seem to remember to take pictures lately until the light is gone–the ridiculously warm weather we’re having hasn’t provided any extra sunlight, after all. 

And finally, something I have really wanted to happen has happened.  The staff of the Potomac  Celtic Festival, which I had to walk away from after years of hard work, has found a way to make our foundering behemoth of a festival happen again this year.  It will be for just one day, and it will be hard to pull off, but it will happen.  I don’t have words for how happy the news is making me.  Time to dust off that website and start finding folks to teach some workshops.  Ahhhhhhh.

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