the cat is meowing and sniffing my knee
On Thursday I told my supervisor that I'll be leaving Rosemont. My last day will be Saturday, July 22. I'm both excited and...I don't know. Something. I feel kind of weird about leaving. Actually, it's a bit surreal. I think there's a big part of me that still hasn't accepted it yet and thinks I'm faking or something. It would be easier if I knew what I was going to do. But I don't. And I'm pretty convinced that I need to not be working at Rosemont to figure out what that something should be. At least for any long term something. If that makes any sense
Yesterday I drove up to Seattle for Jon's Quartercentennial Birthstravaganza. Quite the inspired name, if I do say so. Fun was had, including the playing of croquet and board games and trying to remember how to swing dance. Also, I ran into Jessie B-Z, an old friend from Whitman I hadn't seen since graduation, who Jon is now appearantly friends with. It was nice to catch up. Jon and a few select others went to see the opening night of Pirates. They had preordered tickets, and of course the theater was sold out by the time I arrived on the scene. Beg and plead though I might, they wouldn't let me buy a ticket and take one of the seats that was sure to be empty from someone preordering and never showing. So I saw Superman instead, which was still fun. Today I drove back to Portlandia and stopped in Olympia for lunch at Old School Pizza, a fav of mine. I took my lunch for a walk along the waterfront. It was nice. The whole trip made me nostalgic for Washington. It still feels very much like home to me. Then again, Oregon seems like home now too. Northwesterner through and through.
I like Rebecca. She is nice. And she feeds me.
Yesterday I drove up to Seattle for Jon's Quartercentennial Birthstravaganza. Quite the inspired name, if I do say so. Fun was had, including the playing of croquet and board games and trying to remember how to swing dance. Also, I ran into Jessie B-Z, an old friend from Whitman I hadn't seen since graduation, who Jon is now appearantly friends with. It was nice to catch up. Jon and a few select others went to see the opening night of Pirates. They had preordered tickets, and of course the theater was sold out by the time I arrived on the scene. Beg and plead though I might, they wouldn't let me buy a ticket and take one of the seats that was sure to be empty from someone preordering and never showing. So I saw Superman instead, which was still fun. Today I drove back to Portlandia and stopped in Olympia for lunch at Old School Pizza, a fav of mine. I took my lunch for a walk along the waterfront. It was nice. The whole trip made me nostalgic for Washington. It still feels very much like home to me. Then again, Oregon seems like home now too. Northwesterner through and through.
I like Rebecca. She is nice. And she feeds me.