This morning I lay in bed with a whorl of thoughts, images, similes and metaphors whirling around in my head. Today I am in the eye of that storm. I want to gather all the bits and pieces of information and connect them to the quiet I find myself in right now. Picture it like those images of hurricanes where they show the spiralling storm around that empty eye where there is, crazily enough, calm. Eerie calm, maybe, momentary calm, certainly, but calm nonetheless.
Anyway...so yesterday was my last day at work. What did I do? Little things. Met with Judy to fill her in on last minute details of what had occupied my life for so many years..books, catalogues, Sunday Missals..and then a quick lunch and then working on an invitation for the 75th anniversary dinner of Novalis at the end of November. It might as well be next year. Slipping out of my new undecorated much smaller office, I bade farewell to the crazy twisted green tree/plant wedged in the corner. "It's been around longer than I have", I announced to anyone in earshot. That would be over 25 years. Grace said of course she'd water it.
And then off to what P calls "South Vietnam", the Lakeview nail parlour where Monica, of course not her real name, did my eyebrows and waxed my upper lip because, well...you know...you've gotta look good for the operation and whatever may follow (!).
And then home to find Blaine had tested the paint colours in the hall way. Martha Stewart's Hemp is fine but the Cumulus just won't work.
To be continued....
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