Friday I drove down the road, watching my boat pull away from me behind another vehicle. It sold. The buyer had two blonde-headed boys, 2 and 4, and they were so excited to have a boat. They made me feel like I'd made the right decision. Monday I'll use the money for a new Heater and Air Conditioner. How grown up is that?
Don't we use the term 'grown up' as a blanket mask to hide the truth? It's mature, responsible, and generally not-sexy. There's no going fast. There's no growling motor. A loud motor is actually warantee'd against in this case. For ten years.
And the reason I titled this post 'farewell' is because last night I was 'farewelled.' I moved jobs, and my old bosses wanted to say goodbye. Alison came along, and it was very nice to talk with everyone one last time. A little red wine always turns Alison into a socialite, and I was the one pulling her away at the end of the night.
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