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Mar. 2nd, 2006 08:22 am.
I slept in for the last time.
I saw Cathy and Sarah to the car for the last time.
I watched them until they were around the corner and out of sight and waved for the last time.
Tomorrow I'll be starting my new job doing prepress work at a quick printer I'll call Lord Fleetfoot. I'll take care of some of my morning processes now, and then drive down on the route I'll be taking so I can check out some vital stuff, like whether there are any food sources reasonably close by. I may stop in and inquire about whether there's a fridge in the break room, and ask if jeans are acceptable.
At some point, I'll be advising my replacement at the garden center on how to get photos to look sharp in the newsletter. Apparently they have done both program books and a newsletter without mentioning them to me. I won't need to feel bad at all about taking a full-time job that will keep me from doing anything else there. Seems like things have worked out just about perfectly, apart from the long interval of no money and lowered self-esteem.
Now we can rebuild our credit cards, get some money saved, and even buy stuff. I'll be getting an FM transmitter for my mp3 player, and maybe go to the old-time radio site and buy some of their disks. Woah, Mama! There's so much dang stuff out there that I want, y'know? DVD sets, that Little Nemo book.
I helped Sarah get dressed this morning, and we lay on the big bed and watched some TV.
Higglytown Heroes. That's the last time I'll be seeing them for a long time. Some things, you don't miss.
.
I slept in for the last time.
I saw Cathy and Sarah to the car for the last time.
I watched them until they were around the corner and out of sight and waved for the last time.
Tomorrow I'll be starting my new job doing prepress work at a quick printer I'll call Lord Fleetfoot. I'll take care of some of my morning processes now, and then drive down on the route I'll be taking so I can check out some vital stuff, like whether there are any food sources reasonably close by. I may stop in and inquire about whether there's a fridge in the break room, and ask if jeans are acceptable.
At some point, I'll be advising my replacement at the garden center on how to get photos to look sharp in the newsletter. Apparently they have done both program books and a newsletter without mentioning them to me. I won't need to feel bad at all about taking a full-time job that will keep me from doing anything else there. Seems like things have worked out just about perfectly, apart from the long interval of no money and lowered self-esteem.
Now we can rebuild our credit cards, get some money saved, and even buy stuff. I'll be getting an FM transmitter for my mp3 player, and maybe go to the old-time radio site and buy some of their disks. Woah, Mama! There's so much dang stuff out there that I want, y'know? DVD sets, that Little Nemo book.
I helped Sarah get dressed this morning, and we lay on the big bed and watched some TV.
Higglytown Heroes. That's the last time I'll be seeing them for a long time. Some things, you don't miss.
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