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Day 22 Post Freeman

Three weeks and a day, the vacation is over…What now?

I am still a long way from figuring out what the rest of my life will be…I guess the symbolical nature of the season and the state of my life are in sync. It’s the little death before the rebirth next spring. The introspection of the winter season will demand my time. The winding down of the growing season is like the ending of my career.

Being a member of the latest non-exclusive club is a lot like being a member of the Boomer Generation. You are never alone, even in the loss of a job, a career, a lifetime of working for the man. I am not sure what the numbers are looking like today, but just with the announced layoffs must now be closing on two million by the end of the year. So I am in good company it would seem.

The kitchen table is now my desk. The kitchen window is my view on the real world. The “internets” are my newspaper. Podcasts are my radio. Google reader is where I keep up with the neighbors.

I am still trying to figure out how to structure my day. As it is, if I’m not careful, I can easily spend the whole day chasing down strange convoluted info streams online…What a resource, what a time stealer…

The termination of my employment following just two days after the election of my generation was a bit disheartening. The joy that had begun to percolate through the unsureness of the ability of Democrats to “Get” elected to the White House was overshadowed by the total disruption of my life. What a waste? After following politics so closely for so…so long, not being able to give in to the joy of seeing the win…

I am lucky in that I have never put my entire persona into my “job”. Work was what I did to be able to do what I want. Mind you, I was good at the jobs I took on. I gave 110% for years and years. But the joy had gone out of the job a while back. I had allowed myself to be bribed to stay even as the focus of my branck became unfocused and the pleasure of the work vanished with the moral of the office. New management combined with old management set the stage for what old management had wanted to do much earlier…so out the door I went. Thank you folks, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to walk aaway for another year or two…The push is beginning to be appreciated. A word of warning though…Do not walk into a dark allie with my wife…She is not as forgiving…

Enough already, I now return you to your regularly scheduled programing…And for those who might have wondered about the title…

I remember this movie from growing up at the Lowe’s State Theater on Main in Houston. I was probably working there when this showed because I remember seeing it way too many times…But it was an enjoyable film just the same…I think I’ll add it to my Netflix Que. Later…

I was held back by mere trifles, the most paltry inanities, all my old attachments. – Saint Augustine

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