A weekend of goodbyes

It's my last weekend here in southern Maine and as such, my daughter and my friends made sure that it would be a weekend of fun, not melancholy. It began Friday night with going to see our favorite local band, Highway Jackson. The guys were rockin', as usual and dedicated several songs to me, one being a brand new cut from their as of yet unreleased new CD. I was honored and it was fantastic!! I can't wait until the release. I've promised them I'm going to introduce the south to the awesomeness of Highway Jackson.
Last night was my last night as a 'regular' at our favorite local pool hall/club/sports bar. The band wasn't nearly as good as HJ, but we had a great time anyway. And the highlight of the evening was being the recipient of my favorite (and hottest) bouncer's shirt, complete with 'STAFF' written across the back. I of course was made to wear it the rest of the night, which led to hilarity as other bouncers gave me grief for not 'doing my job' and I played tough girl and pretended to kick out assorted attending corrections officers and family members. It was a great way to say goodbye. And Jimmy... I'm not sure what the bigger gift was, the shirt or the show I got when you took it off. ;) Ahh, that's going to be a treasured memory.
Today my daughter has combined an 'adult' toy party with a going away party, inviting lots of friends and family. Even though I've still got some packing ahead of me, I'm really looking forward to a day of fun and visiting. It's been weekend of saying goodbye worthy of a girly girl princess.

Boxed In

I've spent the past days removing the items that personalized the place I've called home for three years and putting them into boxes. Separating the things that I'll need during my temporary stay in Virginia from the items that will go into storage for a few months has been a challenge. Balancing my work load at the same time has as well. And then there are all the social activities that I'm trying to fit in with friends. It's made the days fly by. I can't believe I only have two weeks left before I'll be heading south again. As the boxes stack up, the time ticks down until the next chapter of the adventure that is my life begins.

Silence is...Quiet

I received an e-mail that came as a surprise to me this weekend. At first it brought back some hurt, then I got angry. I wrote a long, in depth e-mail in return. It was honest, open and and didn't pull any punches. And it still sits in my draft folder. I'm learning to think before I let my emotions rule my reason. I decided to think about it. What would sending it accomplish? It might inflict a little sting or two, but would it really open the other person's eyes to the reality of the situation? Judging from history, that was highly unlikely. All it is likely to do is add fuel to their fire. Give them yet one more reason to believe I'm the selfish person they believe me to be. I've decided to wait...calm down and rethink what I've written. Perhaps in a few days I can pull together something with less emotion that won't look like a retaliation e-mail.