So here's a good week: leave your job one day, go skiing the next, go biking the day after that. If I could have gotten a boat in the water yesterday (and I may well tomorrow), it would have been a dream. After a mere 12 years in one place (and 18 years in public service), it is finally time to move on. Time to let other people worry about mad cows and radioactive bowling alleys. Although I actually left a couple of weeks ago, I filed my papers and walked out the door (and had a wonderful going-away party) on Wednesday. Then despite a late night (for me), I dragged my ass out of bed and drove the very long drive to Killington to ski the heavy slush that had fallen there for a few days before. It was fun though I got in over my head a number of times -- my skis are made for ice, not heavy powder or the heavy wet clumpy "spring conditions" that kept knocking my feet apart that day. It was also sunny and got very hot, very quickly. A couple hours of that fun and I'd had enough, but it was nice to finally see Killington. Higher elevation, lots of steep, not so much intermediate stuff, so I'll remain happy with Mount Snow, which suits my late-to-the-skiing-game style.
Then a little Friday afternoon ride while Hannah was in ballet, a quick jaunt up past the cemetery and Siena and then out to the Crossings park in Colonie, where some duffers were delightedly sailing r/c sailboats in the flooded pond and hundreds of people were just out enjoying the beautiful day. But between the skis and the bike, my legs, which had done nothing for two weeks, begged for yesterday off. So naturally I worked, again, on the hopeless task of organizing the garage.
So now, about a month off before a new adventure starts. There will be biking, and canoeing, and sitting on the stoop in the evening sun, and enjoying my first real time off since 1989. Maybe I'll even write here now and then. Ya never know!