Through the Back Loop

Adventures in knitting, fiber arts, and family.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

If it Wouldn't be for Bad Luck....

Yeah.. you know what that means.

He didn't get the job.

We are back to checking the job postings every 20 minutes and again considering a move. This time I am looking for a job close to his and we would keep the apartment up north while also keeping our mortgage here until we could save enough money to fix up the house and make it saleable.

Oh. Yep. I'm knitting - but my heart isn't in it right now.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Yep... still here!

After a two month blogging break, there should be so much to say that anyone reading this would need to curl up and build a fire to keep warm as the winter frost comes in. But, alas. This will be a short post.

The medical issues continue, but there is an end at site. DH comes home tomorrow, and we can celebrate our anniversary, which is today. He will be home for the summer, and hopefully forever. He has an interview in my school district on Monday. Speak to the powers that be and make a loud joyful noise in his honor. Help him get this job!

DH needs to come home to improve the general mood of the house. It is difficult to be a single mom, my hats are off to anyone who has to do this 24 – 7. SAH-LUTE! Me. Not so good at it. I tried, but there are only so many cups of coffee that one can drink to try and improve their mood. After 36 cups in a day my mood was sour – but I sure could run around the block! One of the nicest things that happened, knitting wise, was my daughter’s music concert. Confused? Yep – it was a bit of a surprise, and actually left me teary-eyed in the audience. After 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th grade bands each played three songs, the 7th grade choir stepped on stage. Their first song was a medley of pieces from Les Miserable. Then they sang a cute little song that left me weeping quietly. It’s called Gloves.. and each 7th grader brought in a pair of special gloves to wear while doing choreography. Yep.. my daughter picked the fingerless kool-aid gloves that I made for her sister. The swirl was visible from the audience, and I was stunned that my gloves were what she chose as special, even though they weren’t hers. “See,” I told myself, “knitting can even come up in a choir concert.”