One Day
Tomorrow is my last day of work at the place I’ve been at for a little over 8 years. It is going to be odd for me for awhile. Unlike my other days off, I can’t log in even if I want to. I can’t habitually check my work e-mail, but that is one of the main reasons that tomorrow is my last day. Work is invading all parts of my life, including my “days off.” I went into Kansas City today to get all of my paperwork for my cash monies prize. Tonight and tomorrow, I will try to frantically wrap up at least one work item.
Long-term vacation items that I have on my plate include:
- Yokohama for lunch on Wednesday. Sushi!
- Thursday stroll downtown with Ada. Sidewalk sale! I’m always working, and have never thought it worth the cost of a vacation day. I get to go this year!
- Painting outside of the house starts tomorrow. Orange! My house is going to look like a Dreamcicle.
- Putting on new front and deck door. Ours are a non-standard size. Joy.
- Pulling all of the weeds from the front and back planters. OMG, it is amazing how the weeds took over in the one week I was in South Dakota.
- Cleaning the house for the party on Saturday. Mac and Charity’s birthday is the 17th!
- Removing all the stuff in my photography room. It was clean once, and at some point, a bunch of junk got moved in there.
- Painting the kid’s bathroom. Probably blue and green. First I need to peel off that terrible wallpaper. I’ll let Ada help paint. That will be fun. Or something.
- Get rid of all age inappropriate toys and non-fitting kids clothes.
There are about 50 other tasks whirling through my head. I need to get them all into Things and organized.
Also on my task is to get Squanto into shape. Well, at least for the time that I have him. He came to stay at our house while I was in SD. I’m going to keep him until I guess I arrange to take him back to KC. He’s a fatty! I couldn’t believe it when I saw him. It didn’t take long for him to bond with me again. He now follows me around everywhere and does his little happy dance when he sees me after I’ve been out of his sight for, oh, 5 minutes.
We only have one problem with Squanto. James DOES NOT WANT. The scenario goes like this:
Squanto’s Version
Lift head to look at Jay. Why is he pointing and screaming? Is he going to give me food? No? Okay, I’m going back to sleep.
Jay’s Version
Dog just looked at me. No!!!! I can see it in his eyes! He’s plotting to attack me, rip open my gut and wear my intestines as a medal of his conquest and a warning to all other 2-year olds!!!!! I’m too young to die!!! WAHHHHH!!!!!!!
Squanto is a good sport, and is taking Jay’s freak-outs with almost no interest at all. This turbulent Squanto-Jay relationship has come in handy for one issue: Jay’s bedtime. I have a terrible time getting Jay to stay in bed. Now, I open the bedroom door, with Squanto right beside me as always, and say to Jay, “If you get out of bed once, I’m letting the dog in the room.” It’s worked beautifully. He stays in bed.
I hope to get some photos of The Squanto soon.
