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winterbadgerOK, so besides the excitement of Neta's EPL selection...
Thanksgiving was terrifically nice.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shy_kat and redactrice cooked a fabulous meal and invited us and the Taylors to share it with them. Ethan is looking pretty well, given all he's been through lately. Madeleine and Neta had a super time chasing each other around and playing tag. We all talked over a number of topics, ate a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't have to pick up any garbage. Although the next day Neta and I did come back with a cargo van (though not a red VW microbus) and moved a desk and a table out and took them home. That made things a little crowded at home, so if you know anyone who might be interested, we're going to be disposing of one of our kitchen tables and its chairs, as well as a sewing machine-desk (I *think* we have a home for the papasan and stool too, though if anyone needs one...)
Yesterday I went for an interview for a position I really wanted; good hours, good atmosphere (so I am told), same pay as my current job, with slightly different work that will involve me doing more IT stuff. I had talked to the SAIC manager for the contract previously; Monday I talked to his assistant, then to some of the government clients the position supports. I thought I did quite well, but I knew they had one more person that they were slated to talk to the next day, so I was expecting I would hear something before the end of the week. To my surprise, the SAIC manager called me that afternoon to say that the client wanted to know how soon I could start! So, as of December 17th, I will be in a new job supporting, erm, other aspects of the USG national security sector.
Thursday is closing for the sale of the house on Highland Lane. I am really going to miss an taigh anns na craobhan, almost as much as I will miss C&M once they go off on their travels. I lived in that house a long, long time, longer I think than I have lived any place other than the house I grew up in. The house is a wonderful place, and so is the land around it. I miss my terrarium of a bedroom, my dark little flat, the high, sunlight upstairs LR, the kitchen with its skylight and its surround of counters, the back deck I've sunned on while reading, and the screened porch I've spent so many comfortable hours in, reading or playing games or napping. I'll miss the sunny front bedroom (most recently the library) and the back bedroom (I recall when it was a sewing room...) with its huge soaking tub (mmmm, deep and cozy when filled with hothothot water and bubbles). I will miss the bamboo grove, the stream, the oaks and maples, swaying to the wind through their branches. I will miss the same wind ringing my wind chimes. I will miss standing out in the snow on the back deck looking up at astronomical wonders. I will miss evenings spent smoking my pipe in the dark and listening to the foxes and deer other creatures rusting about. I will miss watching the crows and the occasional hawk, the finches and sparrows and cardinal, the woodpeckers and jays. I hope the chipmunks and squirrels find some Samaritan to give them seeds. I hope the mice don't come back and make a nuisance of themselves. I hope the spirit of the softest black cat ever continues to wander around its woods watching the birds and squirrels chase among the trees.
After N and I came home on Friday, I was terrifically sad at having pretty much said goodbye to a place that so many good things have happened for me (including a lot of our early courtship), as well as preparing to say goodbye to the two friends I have shared it with for years and years. N was sympathetic and kind and gentle and didn't once tell me to get over it or snap out of it. She understands that my sadness doesn't in any way reflect on how much I'm looking forward to our life together (about which I'm very happy and very excited), just how sorry I am to be saying goodbye to what's gone before. I have a very dear and understanding sweetheart!
I was talking to our landlady (who knows the whole story of me and Chris and Melissa and Neta) the other day; I had told her our Thanksgiving plans and how we were sellign the hosue this week, and she said "That must be hard; you must have a lot of feelings to deal with." I allowed as how I did, and she said "I imagine you're just doing what you need to do at this point. I find that sometimes you just have to go on and do the next thing that has to be done, keep walking forward, and let your emotions sort themselves out in due course." She's quite right, really, sometimes that's all you can do.
Thanksgiving was terrifically nice.
shy_kat and redactrice cooked a fabulous meal and invited us and the Taylors to share it with them. Ethan is looking pretty well, given all he's been through lately. Madeleine and Neta had a super time chasing each other around and playing tag. We all talked over a number of topics, ate a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't have to pick up any garbage. Although the next day Neta and I did come back with a cargo van (though not a red VW microbus) and moved a desk and a table out and took them home. That made things a little crowded at home, so if you know anyone who might be interested, we're going to be disposing of one of our kitchen tables and its chairs, as well as a sewing machine-desk (I *think* we have a home for the papasan and stool too, though if anyone needs one...)Yesterday I went for an interview for a position I really wanted; good hours, good atmosphere (so I am told), same pay as my current job, with slightly different work that will involve me doing more IT stuff. I had talked to the SAIC manager for the contract previously; Monday I talked to his assistant, then to some of the government clients the position supports. I thought I did quite well, but I knew they had one more person that they were slated to talk to the next day, so I was expecting I would hear something before the end of the week. To my surprise, the SAIC manager called me that afternoon to say that the client wanted to know how soon I could start! So, as of December 17th, I will be in a new job supporting, erm, other aspects of the USG national security sector.
Thursday is closing for the sale of the house on Highland Lane. I am really going to miss an taigh anns na craobhan, almost as much as I will miss C&M once they go off on their travels. I lived in that house a long, long time, longer I think than I have lived any place other than the house I grew up in. The house is a wonderful place, and so is the land around it. I miss my terrarium of a bedroom, my dark little flat, the high, sunlight upstairs LR, the kitchen with its skylight and its surround of counters, the back deck I've sunned on while reading, and the screened porch I've spent so many comfortable hours in, reading or playing games or napping. I'll miss the sunny front bedroom (most recently the library) and the back bedroom (I recall when it was a sewing room...) with its huge soaking tub (mmmm, deep and cozy when filled with hothothot water and bubbles). I will miss the bamboo grove, the stream, the oaks and maples, swaying to the wind through their branches. I will miss the same wind ringing my wind chimes. I will miss standing out in the snow on the back deck looking up at astronomical wonders. I will miss evenings spent smoking my pipe in the dark and listening to the foxes and deer other creatures rusting about. I will miss watching the crows and the occasional hawk, the finches and sparrows and cardinal, the woodpeckers and jays. I hope the chipmunks and squirrels find some Samaritan to give them seeds. I hope the mice don't come back and make a nuisance of themselves. I hope the spirit of the softest black cat ever continues to wander around its woods watching the birds and squirrels chase among the trees.
After N and I came home on Friday, I was terrifically sad at having pretty much said goodbye to a place that so many good things have happened for me (including a lot of our early courtship), as well as preparing to say goodbye to the two friends I have shared it with for years and years. N was sympathetic and kind and gentle and didn't once tell me to get over it or snap out of it. She understands that my sadness doesn't in any way reflect on how much I'm looking forward to our life together (about which I'm very happy and very excited), just how sorry I am to be saying goodbye to what's gone before. I have a very dear and understanding sweetheart!
I was talking to our landlady (who knows the whole story of me and Chris and Melissa and Neta) the other day; I had told her our Thanksgiving plans and how we were sellign the hosue this week, and she said "That must be hard; you must have a lot of feelings to deal with." I allowed as how I did, and she said "I imagine you're just doing what you need to do at this point. I find that sometimes you just have to go on and do the next thing that has to be done, keep walking forward, and let your emotions sort themselves out in due course." She's quite right, really, sometimes that's all you can do.
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Date: 2007-11-28 07:47 am (UTC)And congratulations on the new job!
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Date: 2007-11-28 12:59 pm (UTC)I would agree. I'm sorry to see my friends go off into the world, I'm sad to leave the house behind, and I will miss my team at work. But I have a simply amazing and wonderful love who I get to marry, my friends are going to have the travel experiences they've been longing for, I've got a cool apartment and the prospect of finding new and interesting places to live, and I have new and interesting work. Life is pretty good. :-)
Thanks!