It was a sad day around the office today. We’re moving to a new location and leaving our current digs behind. Not that I had the greatest office in the world (a stark, windowless room that was generally either freezing cold or too damnhot – usually too damn hot). But it was in a suburban office park with plenty of free parking and easy lunchtime or after work access to places like Home Depot, Trader Joe’s, Wegmans, Harbor Freight – you name it, we got it out here – we are moving to a downtown location with not much around it other than expensive restaurants, congested streets (by our standards anyway) and urban blight. Not to mention having to pay to park. And while I shared my office with a couple other guys (one who was rarely there, so mostly just the two of us), it at least wasn’t a cube farm, which is where I’m heading to. Yup. Dilbert World. It’s not something any of us are looking forward to, that’s for sure. I’ll now have to take a day off to visit my dentist, who is roughly a minute away from where I work now, or to get my free Toyota Care, which is roughly five minutes from where I am now. It’s all rather depressing. On the bright side, the movers were there early so I packed up and was out of the office before noon (though I’m on-call, so I’m never really away from work).
I’ve decided that, rather than pay to park, I’m going to avail myself of public transportation. I’ve wanted to do that for a while now (you know, make myself feel like I’m doing my part for climate change and all that), but it’s just too complicated and time consuming to get from my house on the western fringes to out where we were in the eastern ‘burbs. Now, though, it’ll be a one-bus trip to downtown Syracuse. There’s public parking down in the village, and the bus stop is nearby (at THE traffic light). So I’ll go from putting 40 or so miles a day on my car to about 4). Although it’s gonna be a bit of a transition for me (haven’t bussed around in probably 30 years, back when my ’76 Chevette spent more time sitting than running), I’m looking forward to letting somebody else deal with the traffic and school buses and snow.
My bus passes are all ready to go (I was kinda of bummed to learn that rather than getting a metro-type card that I can just refill, I have to keep ordering 10-trip passes. How stupid is that?), and I figure it’ll cost me just slightly more to ride the bus than the price of gas (and that’s only because gas prices have gone down so much – $1.89 last week at Costco. Once it goes back up again, I should start saving money). And that’s before the cost of parking.
As it happens, I’m taking next week off (for one thing, I have a dentist appointment on Monday morning – whoopdie-doo) so I won’t be hitting the bus for little while yet.
End of an era always has a scary ring to it. My first thoughts was McLaughlin Group or A-Rod. Maybe even Larry Wilmore.
I was getting ready myself to finally looking at trying to get disability which I should have done years ago. Then last week someone last week suggested I look into working at a startup she works for part-time. I don’t think 64 years old and startups are a mesh but she seemed to think differently. It would involve about 2 hours of communiting on public transportation (and not cheap) but it had some appeal. Then last night something else came up I have to check into next week. I am not sure how I will adjust to a regular job but I have to give it a shot.
Then today I started finishing of ny dental work that has been going on for months. Maybe next appointment and I will be done.
All this just goes to saying this: “Sometimes, in the heat of debate, and speaking on a multitude of issues, you don’t choose the right words or you say the wrong thing. I have done that, and believe it or not, I regret it, I do regret it, particularly where it may have caused personal pain.” I hope that makes you feel better.
I felt better listening to the Irish announcer. Good luck one and all with ze dentitsts. Even with insurance, they seem to cost a fortune if you need any kind of work performed.
The not so teen was living in abu dhabi for almost half a year and he’s back and, boy, am I glad to see him! (And is he happy to be back!)
Gas up to $2.02 at Costco today. Good thing I won’t have to keep filling up every week now.
Jazz harmonica master Toots Thielemans dies at 94
Moving, I think, is always difficult and moving to a place with distinct disadvantages is even harder. I hope you are able to find some advantages to the move once you’re there.
A few of weeks ago I realized that Lola has been a very unhappy dog. For the months that Mikey was ill I spent little time with her other than meeting her physical needs. So, when Jenn came up to visit and mentioned she needed a dog sitter for the following weekend I cinvinced her to leave her dog, Otis, with me. Lola and he quickly became fast friends and for 2 1/2 weeks were inseperable buddies. Last night Otis went home with his family. Lola has spent the day looking around the yard for him and Otis refused to eat this morning. He also took the dog biscuit that I gave him, as I ususal did, home and instead of eating it rode with it in the car, carried into his house and slept with it, growling at his cat if he went near it.
So, what made the 2 dogs happy is now making them sad. I can identify with them.
Dogs!
My sister is moving back to RVa tomorrow following the end of a long relationship. Each ended up with one of the goldendoodles and her ex was constantly guilt tripping her about breaking up the dogs and that he should get both of them (even though technically she owned both dogs). She had even opened a doggie boutique in Manteo (Mayberry), NC that she had to close. At least tomorrow she will be away from a bad situation. I’ll have to check on how Bowie is doing.
Maybe there is some kind if play date services for dogs or you can find somebody who needs someone to take care of a dog occasionally. I’ll ask my sister if she has ever heard of such a thing.
There is a great doggy daycare person on the island and Lola visits regularly. But, she is always glad to come home. Her relationship with Otis was remarkably close. When I brought them both for a bath they refused to be separated and when Lola had her turn in the tub Otis jumped in too. But, she seems to be a bit better this morning and last night she sat with me and put her head on my lap. Otis finally ate dinner last night.
I worry about two of my dogs – the two from the same litter. They’ve literally been together since before they were born, and I hate to think of one of them being alone.