End of vacation with impending doom as theme music
Turns out that the hamburger I had prepared for use in chili wasn’t such a switch hit when it ended up in the Shepherds’ Pie. Something about unexpected spiciness.
Life’s like that; you start a project with one goal in view, and by the time the icing is on the cake, the audience wants something completely different. Enough to keep you guessing. Or, how about when you start watching some TV show, and the channel shifters breeze through – before the program is over, you’ve already seen an “alternate ending”.
Vacation is officially over. My cubicle awaits, even if my share of enthusiasm is on backorder. My chair will be there, ditto my telephone. A bit too much like a well-read book for my taste.
We tried a new coffee store this afternoon. Much closer to home, with less variety (hardly an issue, since we know what we like). Time to see if that “equitable trade” label means anything. The girl at the counter is a classmate of son #3, which set off another round of “if we can find a job for Junior, life will be better” murmuring. He’s been getting pressure from all sides, to integrate into the world of student slave labour. From me, not so much.
The rest of the camping equipment is now packed away in the basement. I tried the bit of leaving the job “to others”, but they are getting smarter in their advancing age. I still had to grab the corner and shift things around. Funny how that “available space” had already been usurped.
