All or nothing

In some ways it seems like we just got back from Boston/New York/Penticton and in other ways it seems like that was a lifetime ago.Back into the swing of things at work.  Back to exercising as much as I can: I'm on a wait list for an MRI for my ankle.
My mom's sold her place and moved down onto the seawall, had it renovated and has moved in.  My Nana and her husband have sold their place at UBC and moved into a retirement home.  Michael and I have made the decision to let his rental go and move in to my apartment for July 1st and today we got rid of a couple of pieces of furniture.  Ironically as we were hauling my Ikea Poang chair down to my car someone on the elevator asked if I was moving.  I said no, we were just downsizing.  A few days ago I put up a poster in my lobby of the items I would like to get rid of (for free).  They're not cheap.  We're talking a couple thousand dollar's worth of nice furniture that is free for the taking, and yet I didn't get one phone call.  Anyways, on the elevator ride down a woman put together my chair from the picture in the poster and asked if I still had the leather love seat and I said yes, and that she was welcome to it and she and her sister and going to take a look at it tomorrow and hopefully take the damn thing.  It's utterly amazing, trying to get rid of nice furniture in excellent shape in Vancouver.  I love my love seat.  I paid a lot of money for it and it's wonderful, but no one here wants secondhand.  I dunno.
Last night we went out with some running friends.  It was nice to catch up with the gaggle of them.  Maybe it was one too many glasses of Chardonnay but I remember sort of leaning back and looking around the table at everyone and feeling a warming of my cockles and a strong sense of love for these people. 
Yes. 
Me.
Feelings of love.
J asked me if I had "any news" and it took a couple of seconds to figure out what she meant.  She and her long time partner were recently in England and France and I think she was hoping that "the question" might be popped on the Eiffel Tower, but it wasn't.  Since the ring that I coveted disappeared from Turtle Love a while ago I thought that maybe something might materialize on this trip, but I think that would have been a little premature, given the not insignificant issues we've had to work through since October.
Today we went to the surprise 50th birthday party of a co-worker.  I didn't expect much, but I ended up having a blast on a number of fronts.
Often, in prior years, if Michael didn't want to attend a function he simply wouldn't go and so I would go solo, or with a friend.  It wasn't - for me - an ideal situation, but it was what it was.  And so another coworker asked if I was arriving alone to the party or bringing a friend and I said no, Michael was coming to everyone's surprise.
We had fun.  I have great coworkers.  Truly, truly great coworkers.  I've never had this before.  I've never really given a shit, but they've taken an interest in my life and I have in theirs, and they're good people. 
The CFO came and, noticing that Michael and I were kind of at our own table, insisted that we push the tables together and then came over to talk to us and he's a super interesting guy.  His wife also came over to talk to us - a fellow runner - and it turns out that she runs with the J & G who we were out for dinner with last night.  Oh, and she works right next to Michael and they go running on their lunch hours and would he like to come.
Come on.  Really?
When I took my current job I gave it six months.  I kept to myself.  I didn't get the familiarity and the camaraderie shared by my coworkers, but they were always so, so kind to me.  G would check "Nip/Tuck" DVDs out of her local library for me because she knew I liked that show.  Even though I was a "temp" they decorated my desk with congratulatory signs when I came back from Boston in 2009.  They've just been exceptionally kind.
And so it was nice to go out tonight and have the evening exceed our expectations and to have fun and to meet "new" people that we already kind of know, and to learn that we've a lot more in common than we ever would have thought.
And because my life is like this, the next few days are filling up to the brim with a lunch with Squishy on Monday, a trail run with C on Monday night, dinner with D (after yoga) on Tuesday (all of this while cat sitting for my mom in Vancouver), which gives me a bit of a breather next weekend, only to  be followed by a trip to Victoria... Whistler.... Penticton....
Funnest.  Life.  Ever.