Happy Days are Here Again?

Or, for now, let's say better days. Because really, when it rains it snows in my world.

Not only did my other half get a job this weekend, he got two.

Yes. Two. After a year and a half, all of a sudden everything is falling in his lap. Why couldn't this have happened long ago? Not that I'm questioning it, because it came right when we were at the end of the proverbial rope, that being our savings account.

So, it's back to being a weekend widow, which is the worst part of being married to someone who works in retail. But better than having to find somewhere to live that was within our current budget, as Los Angeles is lacking in the $1200 houses with yards for a large dog. Not a cheap town, this one. But one that has finally given us a break.

One of those jobs is as a violin instructor.

Things might be okay after all.