The key to handling March is to not expect too much of it. My second-favorite nonfiction book, "The Paradox of Choice" explains why.
"People establish standards of satisfaction based on the assessment of three gaps:
--the gap between what one has and what one wants,
--the gap between what one has and what one thinks others like oneself have,
--the gap between what one has, and the BEST one has had in the past.
Much of individual differences in life satisfaction can be explained in terms NOT of differences in what actually happens to someone, but in terms of differences in these three gaps. There is a fourth gap, also: the gap between what one has and what one expects."
That's a lot to chew on. What does this have to do with March?
We expect March to equal SPRING. Warm weather. No snow. Daffodils, crocuses, forsythia, pussywillows. Gentle breezes.
That describes no March spring I've ever seen in Massachusetts. We are battening it down for a nor'easter starting tomorrow. My weather.com alerts keep screaming a foot of snow. 1998 saw TWO feet of snow here on April 1st.
That means our expectations of March are unrealistic, and high. That will always mean disappointment. The gap between what we expect, what we get, what we wish we would get, and what we expect to get, is HUGE.
If we keep our expectations realistic (or even, heavenhelpme, low), disappointment is less likely. Just because someone says you DESERVE spring after the winter you've had, doesn't mean you will get it in March. If you believe you deserve it, then you will only be disappointed when it doesn't happen.
Read the book. It is an eye-opener. The author is not saying we should always expect the worst. He discusses how humans are wired, and how to manage your expectations (and how that affects parts of your life) so that you can short-circuit disappointment that doesn't need to happen.
GoogleBooks has a preview here.
I am a duck. I look calm and serene on top of the water, while my little webbed feet are paddling madly to get me where I need to go. I made a list at the beginning of March that included all the stuff I need to get done. Much of it was what I had ignored since the holidays. Some of it landed in my lap despite my best efforts to fend it off. When the list hit 90 items, I stuck my head in the sand for a few days, then got to work.
No spinning has occurred. Knitting has been the focus, the only escape from the list.
FeatherDuster needs to be done for a late spring wedding. I am planning on it for my elegant cool-in-the-evening rescue garment. The yarn is what Susan specified, Shibui silk/mohair lace. I have just had to tink 191 stitches to fix a stitch switch. Barring future snafus, I have 24 rows left, six of which are the unforgiving devil-pattern-rows of lace.
Volt is 31% done. I stupidly calculated one idle evening that it would have more than 150,000 stitches before the I-cord bind-off. Hmmmm. That was not the smartest calculation I have ever done. This shawl was started as a substitute for the endless knitting of baby blankets. I have to keep remembering that it represents endless knitting, and just let go of product for now. I'm okay with that (after a bit of psychic rejiggering).
Pseudo-monogamy helps. My other project is the Baltic Cross mittens. I'm past the three color rows, almost to the peasant thumb. (Nanette of Knitting in Color has a post here about how to do this. She includes what you very smart knitters mentioned, and talks about one more. Knit the row in question with two colors, slipping the stitches that involve the third color, then go back and knit the slipped stitches with that third color, slipping the other already knit stitches. I did not try that.)