Do you know it JUST occurred to me that I will be within stalking distance of Barry Gibb once we move to North Carolina?
For those of you who do not keep up with Barry Gibb -- those of you who are, say, able to move past the man you had posters of in 8th grade -- Barry Gibb lives in Miami, Florida. This is a mere 12 hours from my new home.
Do you think Barry Gibb might have some sort of security team that checks blogs to see if anyone writes that they are planning to stalk their Bee Gee employer? Or could it be I am the first person since 1979 who has such plans? At any rate, look for my Florida mug shot soon!
I can tell you that I am already sick to death of saying goodbye to everything. This weekend we said goodbye to our friends Dan and Renee. I also bid adieu to my old coworker Jerry; my dentist Dr. Bieber; Lucy, the orange cat at a book store I like; Wampus and Daisy, my dachshund friends; and Romeo, the parrot who lives at the pet store I go to.
Yes, I am aware that I just mentioned more animals than people. I am sort of the Dr. Doolittle of Los Angeles. I have the "do little" part down, anyway.
We have driven through our old neighborhood in Silverlake and said goodbye to our old duplex and we have eaten one last time at Antonio's, this great Italian place in the Valley. (Oh, get your knickers out of their twist. We were taken there by my stepsister and her spouse. We didn't PAY to eat out.)
Everything I do now, I think, "This is the last time I will [insert inane thing here]." I actually thought today, "This is the last Monday I will go to lunch at this job."
The exciting thing is that I only have to do that STUPID commute four more times. Well, eight, if you count the fact that I have to go there and then back again. Tonight it took an hour and a half. May I remind you that I live 16 miles from work. An HOUR and a HALF. There is not enough Sirius Radio in the world to keep me uncrabby after an hour.
So, Friday is my last day, and we leave August 1. My workplace is going to keep me on as a part-timer, and I got my old statistics textbook client back, so I will be proofreading for them, too. You know you envy me, getting to read statistics textbooks all day. Laugh if you will, but I will be doing it FROM HOME. At L.A. PRICES. In NORTH CAROLINA. Or Florida, if it is stalk Barry day.
It's allllways funny until somebody gets hit in the eye with a restraining order.