Change is good...

Change is good. The movers will be here on Thursday. That is 3 days ahead of schedule. I'll be ready. Got the notification this evening that 3 possibly 7 people and one truck and trailer will be coming up from California to do the moving. One trip only and it will be done.

One more day...

One more day. Ever notice that when some people retire and quit work, they die within a year or less. Well, not me. Tomorrow is my last day at work. Then I will be really retired. If I die it will be because I am sick, not because I have stopped working. So there

I haven't packed any boxes since Thursday. No more until Monday. That will start a whole week's worth of packing. The movers will be here on Sunday the 2nd. Looks like we will be able to do it all in one trip. That's good. Cheaper that way.

List...

What a list. Have you seen the Bucket List? I have. I am almost living it now too. I have 14 days before I leave the building. Forty-two years is a long time. Now everything is "the last one". Otto's deli on 45th and Woodstock, today I ate the Kitchen Sink with potato salad and draft root beer on tap. Chrisman's Frame shop, my poster is being mounted. Last one. Landing strip, my flattop haircut by Scott the barber. Last one this morning at 9:15 am. You know how hard it is to find some one who can make that cut? Believe me, ain't easy.

In a city this size, the metro area has approximately 2 million, how do you choose where to go for the last of anything. What to do last? Like choosing between Hanna Montana and iCarly. (Well, that isn't even close. iCarly wins big. Sam the sidekick makes it.)

Packing up the kitchen tonite. Tomorrow the Sat box goes off. No more TV. Packing the electronics.

I used to be brutally handsome...She is still terminally pretty.

Show me your bunny...

or at least bring me a Fat Kake!!!

The Blades...

All those tiny blades that cut the hair off my face. They may have a short life. I have only three more working days left. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Then no more shaving just because it is morning.

Maybe only twice a week. I have always hated shaving. But I also hate the scraggly hairs after about a week. Damn...what's guy to do??

Next week at this time I will be just about packed up for the first moving trip. Time is now down to 15 days

Cloudy skies...

Today has been a cloudy day... Oh, not outside, inside. Everything now is goodbye. Wednesday, went to the Hotcake House for probably the last time. Thursday I went to Elephant's Deli for the last time. Our extended Sunday School class B-B-Q was today. Many of those people to whom I have grown quite close, I will never see again. That tears my heart out. It is only going to get worse. Only 11 more working days. That part is ok.

Many other of my friends I won't have time to see before I leave.

Note from the Dr. came in the mail. He says the cancer on my face was taken out completely. But wanted a check up at four months.

My root canal on Wednesday has been postponed.

Cut...

Tomorrow may be the day my face comes off. The cancer Dr. will see the growth just under the side of my face and may decide that it will come off tomorrow. Or he may stick me with a needle and run tests first. Then call me back for the cutting. Guess I am prepared either way. Regardless, it has to come off/out.

If he doesn't cut, then I will go to work afterwards. If he does cut, I will not go in to work. Either way, next time I go in I will be giving them my two weeks notice of leaving. Just hope they don't cut me loose right them. Hate the job but need the next two paychecks so I have money to move.

Gave my notice to my landlord last Friday. That was not easy. Yes he is my landlord, but I have lived here for 16 years and we are very close friends. He is 5 years older than me and he lost his father 4 years after I lost my mother. That caused us to become quite close. We also have very similar spiritual beliefs.

This week has been a real roller coaster emotional ride. Hope next week is better.

New day...

All righty then... today is a new day. Down to 29 days before I leave town. The last few days have been hard on me emotionally, with the passing of my dear friend. But I know I will see her over on the other shore when I get there also.