Monday,
September 16, 2002
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the boy is ready to go places
"The beginnings and endings
of all human undertakings are untidy..." |
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last week Save a five month 'sabbatical' in 1972-1973 and a few weeks off in between jobs, I have worked since 1970. I had a part-time job many hours a week for the three and a half years before that when I was in college. Friday I will walk away again, as I did in 1972. But this time, with luck, I won't work full-time again. Which is not to say I won't do anything. I'll be posting this journal and, hopefully, organizing my WEB site with sage advice about Austin (and the world). I will travel, take pictures, create things. I might even work a 'fill in' job at a camera store or wine store or book store on a holiday. For fun, to learn. I might be volunteering somewhere. I may write a book. I'm going to start writing all the books that I've threatened to write. The one that most engages me I may actually finish.
Slept in this morning and didn't go to work out. Still weary from yesterday and, of course, I swallowed a little Italian wine with The Sopranos.
At work they officially announced my retirement. I answered e-mail and visited with people who stopped by. I packed up some of the stuff that has accumulated in my office over the years. At noon, SuRu and I put some of it in her car. Then we went to Taco Cabana and ate and then bought a giant roll of bubble wrap so that I could pack up all my framed prints and posters so that they wouldn't get damaged. SuRu brought the stuff over here after work and we unloaded it and I fixed her a leftover meal.
I feel drained. Weary as if I'd cried all day. But I didn't. It may be allergies, though. There is this strange haze over our fair city and the spits of rain don't seem to be dislodging it.
Home. I decide to doze a bit. I sit in THE ROOM and get the TV on and collect some papers but the truth is...I decided I'd sleep. FFP calls from upstairs. Did I forward the retirement notice? Then, later, where is Modavia? I end up not reading but watching part of Artificial Intelligence. (I don't like it, for the record.) I stare at the crossword in The New York Times. It's an easy one, a Monday one. I don't work it. Finally, I just go to bed. I leave the light on because FFP isn't in bed yet. I fall asleep quickly.
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TYPING