Even after 27 years (today), we're still a good team. The romantic dinner for two will have to wait till the campaign is over. Instead, there will be a very unromantic roast beef dinner at a school, but you know, that's just how it goes sometimes.
After weeks of what can only be characterized as unsubtle hinting (heh), and with the not-so-evil assistance of Jim and Ellen at Yellow Dog Farm, David presented me this morning with a gorgeous Vermont maple yarn bowl, hand-turned by Jim.
Stunning! And very special.
The campaigning is stressful and annoying and should not be necessary in a fair world, BUT our best qualities as a couple are coming to bear. We truly are a good team, and if we remember to parse it out from the stress, we are having a great deal of fun, too. My creative energies are being challenged in ways they've never been challenged before (that's a good thing), and we are meeting lots of great new people, reacquainting ourselves with others, and finding strong support in places we never expected.
It's all good. Well, you know, except for the BAD. But today we won't go there.
David's gift is [read this as "the check is in the mail"] in the bowl. I had hoped to have his sweater done by now, but I'm making slow progress. Still, when it's done it's going to be gorgeous. I can't recommend Father's Grey sportweight Peace Fleece yarn enough. It is just so gorgeous and unique: Charcoal grey with the most subtle flecks of a surprise color -- forest green! -- and some off-white and a tiny bit of brown. I just love it, and you know how I love Peace Fleece just in general anyway.
This morning we joked that we may have to hold up David's funeral so that I can finish the sweater so we can bury him in it. "Wait, wait. I'm just about done with the sleeves!" All of a sudden, we've got an image of the perfect Irish-Jewish funeral.
Dark Humor R Us. Another reason we're a good team.
And now that I have this beautiful work of art in which to put my yarn as I'm working, maybe I'll get the sweater done even before the funeral.