Good morning, my friends. Happy Saturday. My morning is typical. I’ve exchanged one lap cat for the other today, and swapped my coffee for tea. The sun is shining for the first time in several days, but it’s some short-lived sunshine. This afternoon, the clouds will roll back in for a few days. We should expect some more snow and rain overnight tonight, tomorrow night, and Monday.
Oh, and there should be someone here THIS MORNING to repair the vinyl siding and the concrete step. I’ll believe that when I see it. If they show up and fix things, I’ll be one step closer to NOT HERE.
My mom called yesterday afternoon to give me the typical birthday greetings. She’s frustrated that we don’t know when I’ll actually leave, but was impressed I’ve signed all my paperwork already. She warned me that she’s going to my godparents’ house for a few days at the end of this month. I told her I’m not certain if I’d go. I probably won’t want to deal with the four hour drive a couple of days after three days on the road. Additionally, I don’t want to leave the cats without me, I want them settled a bit.
My aunt messaged me to ask about it. It would be a whole slumber party thing, she said. My cousin’s coming in, there’s a big arts and crafts festival, they need my art skills. There will be a fire at night, bring my “throwy lights”.
Other family hit me up with birthday wishes, too. A couple of aunts and and uncle got to me first thing in the morning, then later in the afternoon, my sister texted. Yay, family. Mom asked whether I had told my dad I’m leaving. I told her no, but I’d consider it if he remembered my existence. Surprisingly enough, he did.
Unsurprisingly, I haven’t said anything other than “thank you” to him.
I thought about it yesterday. Mentally, I compared it to the stress of those last two months of work before I put in my notice. I knew it was coming, I knew I needed to make it official and set a date. Those weeks were mentally exhausting. I had to suck it up and push through all while having to keep up with the idea of “I love my job, I’ll never leave here, this company is awesome”. I feel similarly with talking with my dad.
But I realized something.
If he knows, he knows, but I don’t care anymore. While I’m not hiding it from him, I’m not going out of my way to tell him. He’s not in my inner circle of give-a-shit anymore.
I plan to go room to room this weekend, piling everything up in two piles. One pile will be things I can move on my own, and the other will be things for the junk haulers. I texted my sister this morning to ask if she wanted a child’s rocking chair. I know she’ll probably tell me “no”, and that’s totally fine with me. I’ll add it to the “can move” pile of stuff.
There’s no sign of the repair person yet, but I should put on some clothing regardless. Yesterday, I worked on the larger wreath I started last weekend. It’s about half finished right now, and I’ll probably spend some of the day working on it. I also want to play some Albion today, and I have to figure out a guest post for Shawshank.
Let’s start with the clothing, first.
Have a good morning, my friends.
