My swank big black cat Maxwell is here bopping my hand with his head as I'm typing this to you. I was trying to figure out how to send you my best and warmest wishes and encouragement, and I think he's telling me just to say that he cares about you too and that means something. :)
(Not appearing in this comment tonight: Toulouse, the grey kitty who is off napping in the other room, and little white fluffy Lily Pup, who is currently on a trip with Jill to visit friends and family up the coast.)
Ending things whose time is past is bittersweet, but (sometimes?) necessary to make room for new good things. Ending hopes, though, that makes me worried 'boutcha. Tell me about work? How unimprovedly are things going? Do you have anyone there you can talk with about it in person - either other coworkers, or uninvolved friends?
Farewell, cute flats! Thank you for the memories that the owner of your feet has shared! (And you still have your feet to remember them by! And, I hope, some photos!)
You're tough and you can meet any challenge life throws your way - but I wish you didn't have to. If you'd ever like someone to talk to, email to, whatever, I'm here. Yeah, I know it might be weird after all this time; but if you ever need someone, weird won't stop me. Especially if I can help you shake that lossy feeling. I know you well enough by now to firmly believe you've got calm seas and clear skies and uncharted isles of magnificent discoveries ahead of you.
Oh, me lately, in a nutshell: I'm still working for Disney, writing apps for iPhones, and I switched to a different project that puts me in the old Feature Animation building at Disney's Hollywood Studios and I'm loving being there. My team are pirates - no rules, no processes, no guidelines, just getting stuff done as haphazardly as they can, and I'm kind of enjoying it. This is the building where a bunch of Disney films were animated in the 1990s and I like to explore the place and try to figure out what was done in each part of it. Yesterday I found the room where a real lion was brought in for the Lion King animators and there's a photo of it. I feel like an eager kid there.
Okay, now Tooie is here, complaining for his evening snack. I suppose I'll go feed these undeserving waifs. :)
(Not appearing in this comment tonight: Toulouse, the grey kitty who is off napping in the other room, and little white fluffy Lily Pup, who is currently on a trip with Jill to visit friends and family up the coast.)
Ending things whose time is past is bittersweet, but (sometimes?) necessary to make room for new good things. Ending hopes, though, that makes me worried 'boutcha. Tell me about work? How unimprovedly are things going? Do you have anyone there you can talk with about it in person - either other coworkers, or uninvolved friends?
Farewell, cute flats! Thank you for the memories that the owner of your feet has shared! (And you still have your feet to remember them by! And, I hope, some photos!)
You're tough and you can meet any challenge life throws your way - but I wish you didn't have to. If you'd ever like someone to talk to, email to, whatever, I'm here. Yeah, I know it might be weird after all this time; but if you ever need someone, weird won't stop me. Especially if I can help you shake that lossy feeling. I know you well enough by now to firmly believe you've got calm seas and clear skies and uncharted isles of magnificent discoveries ahead of you.
Oh, me lately, in a nutshell: I'm still working for Disney, writing apps for iPhones, and I switched to a different project that puts me in the old Feature Animation building at Disney's Hollywood Studios and I'm loving being there. My team are pirates - no rules, no processes, no guidelines, just getting stuff done as haphazardly as they can, and I'm kind of enjoying it. This is the building where a bunch of Disney films were animated in the 1990s and I like to explore the place and try to figure out what was done in each part of it. Yesterday I found the room where a real lion was brought in for the Lion King animators and there's a photo of it. I feel like an eager kid there.
Okay, now Tooie is here, complaining for his evening snack. I suppose I'll go feed these undeserving waifs. :)
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