Ch-ch-ch-changes!

Do you ever feel like you're in a season of transition or upheaval ... and then, when you step back and look at life around you, wonder why it feels that way?  I'm somewhere between that state and wondering why it doesn't feel MORE upheavally. 

Our pellet stove, courtesy of someone who knows more about pellet stoves than I do and his trusty grinder, is now working again.  True, it's not been 48 hours yet, so it may still go Crrrrunch in the night and come to an auger-jammed halt, but all signs are that a little metal surgery on the auger flighting has done the trick. If practice makes perfect, I'm four steps closer to being perfect in disassembling the pellet stove.  

Just today, I have NOTHING on my computer to-do list.  That means I can knit all day! (So I'm writing a blog post.) 

I can knit all day, that is, except for when I'm talking with the AAA tow truck driver.  Because our faithful minivan failed to start this morning (Grandma to the rescue for getting Filia to work) and our wonderful auto shop from Amboy was pretty sure that a jump start would do nothing towards keeping the van running long enough to drive to the shop.  Again, I thank God that the minivan is having issues at a nice convenient location, rather that somewhere awkward.  (Two weeks ago, it failed to start at the auto shop.)

Filius has signed a lease on an apartment and is gradually transitioning over.  It's much closer to work for him, which will be wonderful.  I'll miss him and will have to re-shoulder the mantle of being Chief On-Site IT Personnelle. 

My favorite harp concert of the year (tomorrow!) has been cancelled (not tomorrow) due to the bronchitis of the harpist.  It's an excellent reason, but I will miss the inspiration to Practice Harder (so maybe, when I grow up, I can play beautifully too.) 

Yesterday, we also transitioned from the Large Christmas Tree Era to the Smaller Christmas Tree Era.  Filius wasn't available to help pick the fattest and closest-to-a-9-ft-ceiling tree on the lot, so I picked something skinny that I could carry.  My, does it look different! 

And I've got three projects on the knitting needles. 

So is this upheaval and transition, or not? 

Not.