I have had to accept the fact that I will be moving my office. What’s more, I have had to accept that my office will be downsized to a cubicle. It’s been many years since I’ve lived the cubicle life. The change should be interesting.
In preparation for the change, I’ve begun packing up my personal belongings: text books, framed photos of Tom and the kids, plants, artwork that hung on my doors and walls, and various nicknacks that resided on my desk and bookshelves. I am sad to see the result. My office has gone from homelike to barren. The effect is uninspiring.
While I know that there will be room for some of my personal belongings, I am unsure how much will come accompany me to my new locale. I’ve taken the boxes home to my garage for the time being.
As the summer comes to a close, I realize that, once again, I have not made much of a vacation for YaYa and myself. It’s sad but true — and nothing new. Quick weekend jaunts and a camping trip have been the extent of our summers for years. After my husband’s death, I had planned to change this. I guess it’s still a work in progress.
Back at home, we’ve packed up a few things and are preparing for a short road trip to Southern California. We leave after work today. The trip should be a nice respite from work life and will hopefully be a nice ending to the summer for YaYa. Next year should be better. Next year, I’ll need to make the Grand Canyon trip happen.
But this year, we will keep it simple. We will hang out with a few of Tom’s siblings, splash in the pool, possibly stick our feet in the sand, and possibly (I am still undecided) take in a theme park. But that’s not all, I will also get the pleasure of running with (term used loosely) a few of Coach’s famed dawn patrol and later meeting smsmh and tc. I can’t wait.
When we return, I’ll have a few days at home to get YaYa ready for school (labeling the 2 bags of school supplies) and checking to see if his uniform still fits. I’ll also be cooking and fretting over a dinner party that I have planned to celebrate his 11th birthday. Then school starts, and work moves.
I’m tired already.