Tomorrow is my last day here. It hasn’t sunk in. Tonight my chums from work are taking me out for drinks at a nearby classy cocktail bar. I am still touched when I hear that people will miss me around here. I was always kind of the quiet one, but I have come out of my shell a lot in recent years.
The Giants are finally in the basement of the National League, worst record, twenty games below .500. What a waste. And yet I still listen to/watch their stupid pathetic pointless games. Guess that makes me a “fan.” Rah rah.
Yesterday I purchased a new music CD for the first time in like I don’t know, four or five years. Yes it was “G-Major, a-minor (x5)”. As I call it, in my mind. It was on sale at Borders. How sad is that. I also bought a couple of slim paperback books by John Gardner.
“The Park” by Feist makes me teary in my eye.
So next week, when I am free, I am going to be wonderfully remarkably busy. There will be to-do lists! At some point I need to take my camera and make a photo essay of San Francisco, of things I want to remember.
Congrats on Almost Last Day! Here’s my unasked for advice: don’t burn yourself out once you’re in move mode – remember, it’s a marathon not a sprint. Mind you pace yourself.
Exciting stuff!
Cheers! I will come up with a reasonable timeline. I am actually becited that all my soon-to-be-freed-up hours will allow me to throw out/sell a lot more stuff than if I was in a big rush like I usually am while moving.