in a van down by the river

We’ve had a few changes around the studio lately- mostly not- so- big things, like talking to a contractor to get a patio set in back to provide a larger dye space, experimenting with different brands of dyes, all that. It’s still the same core set of tasks, although for the last two weeks the first half of the day has been spent in coffee shops and cafes, waiting for Kiddo to be released from her summer session.

So not too much happening at work, really. We make stuff. We have lunch. Then we make more stuff. Same old, same old.

Oh. Yeah. Did I mention that Sam joined us? He did.

So that’s new.

There’s my boy, with his very first twisted skein. I gave him a bacon sticker for doing a pretty decent job.

So.

So, well, yes, in fact, my husband left a perfectly adequate government job where it’s almost impossible to get laid off right smack dab in the middle of a recession in order to come and work for my small independent yarn company, why not? Right? It makes perfect sense IF YOU LIVE IN CRAZYTOWN WHICH WE OBVIOUSLY DO BECAUSE WE ARE CRAZY AND OMG WHAT ARE WE DOING?!?!?!!!! WE ARE GOING TO WIND UP LIVING IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER. A VAAAAAAN. DOWN. BY. THE. RIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVEEEEEERRRR.

Okay.

Okay.

I’m breathing.

The truth is that Sam isn’t exactly 100% after this last episode, and that his previous work was very physical, and we don’t know when he will be 100% again. Or if he will be, to be honest with it. Lately, some days he can drive, and that’s a huge improvement, but the rest of it- the dizziness, the fatigue, the headaches- that’s sticking around, and it could go away after months, or not at all. Between that, his twenty gajillion medical appointments, and how badly he hated his last job, he’s with us now.

It’ll be okay, I know. We’ve worked together before, and I outranked him then, too. Hopefully this time he won’t spend two weeks calling me “Sergeant” at home if I piss him off. And hey, even if he does, I can… well. Put up with it, I guess. Just like last time. The business is doing well, and we are financially secure, and hell, even comfortable. We enjoy each other’s company. It’s scary to make this move- another major transition for us- but I am so glad to have both of us free of the government. It’s better for us as people, and opens us up to the simpler, more grounded version of life we both want.

If we do end up living in a van down by the river, I have it on very good authority that it is pretty okay, and then Sam will have that waterside view he’s always wanted.