Today is my last day at the factory. I'll bet that you are glad, tired of hearing about it. Have I told you I'm very weepy? Really? Huh. I felt as though I had been fairly stoic.
Did I mention Ili? Really? Did I tell you she cancelled me? I couldn't have since she only did it yesterday. She made a final text and then blocked me. Sure, you can wonder what I did to deserve it. That's what people do.
Today is onerous, though. I will wait until everyone has gone before I write my final emails. Then I will take the large framed prints off the walls (two 36" prints from my Lonesomeville days) and leave for the last time. People will think about me when I am gone, at first, then less often, then one day they will realize that they haven't thought of me for a very long time.
And so will I. But today. . . .
Saturday, actually, I am going to a party at my replacement's house, and Sunday, I am invited to a Super Bowl party to which I won't go because I always have dinner with my mother. Super Bowl Monday, I will not be returning to work, and my new life will begin.
At least I can avoid people and their viruses. Wait! I'm supposed to go to a barbecue on Saturday with some Chinese guests who arrived just two days ago. How do I get out of that?
My house is a mess and has been since Ili left and I began bringing stuff home from my office. I will have to deal with that this weekend. I am not so very good anymore, though, at doing things alone. I am going to have to develop some of my old habits from the years of not having a girlfriend.
Wait! No. Those were the years when I let things get dilapidated and fall apart.
Soon, I think, all the sadness will fall away, and I'll realize I don't have to work. I know that people at work are envious. I haven't met anyone at the factory who didn't wish to quit working. Maybe I will buy a fishing pole this weekend. And CC has invited me to go out and throw rocks at cars.
Yea, this could be the start of something big.
I photographed these images from the t.v screen when Nixon resigned. Like Nixon, Trump knows he will never go to jail for his crimes. He, too, has a pardoner.
At least you didn't waste a stamp.
There was plenty of wast to go around.Delete
Oh look. Anita was here.
Anyway -- I found this quote doing some reading about that Salesman movie
"'his cinema is one in which ethics and aesthetics are interdependent, where beauty starts with honesty, where a cut or a change in camera angle can become not only a possible aesthetic error, but also a 'sin' against truth.'"
I'm going to lay here and ponder - then write something. It's a gorgeous day. Sunny warm not a cloud in the sky -- I just said goodbye to my family. The house is quiet. All I hear i the keyboard. And the hum - that is the breath of a house.
Okies. Just wanted to leave that quote. Off to use my net - hoping for some words.