11 Days: Unemployed

I resigned 6 weeks ago, and those 6 weeks have passed so quickly. Is it possible to slow down the next 19 before I get to Tulsa?

I doubt it.

Yesterday, I went straight from the office to the salon, to my favorite Thai restaurant to my last show at Windsor Theatre.

This morning, I made brownies with the last of my Nutella, will go to London to meet friends, then straight to dinner with my church's latest Minister candidate.

Tomorrow, I will make a cake for the church lunch, be at church all day, and then go to dinner with former (!) colleagues.

Monday, the landlord comes to inspect the flat and I am going to pack like a crazy woman.

Tuesday, Nikki and I are driving to Oxford to see a friend in the hospital.

Yesterday, my coworkers were giving me 6 months before I start screaming with boredom. Bring it. I could use some!

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Day 2: Grand Rapids, MI to Oconomowoc, WI

When I lived in England, I learned the saying - Start as you mean to go on . I thought about this as the hotel manager explained to me that he was calling because I had left my journal in the hotel room but he would be able to have it shipped back to me if I could provide a pre-paid shipping label. This was the second distressing phone call before lunch. The first distressing phone call was to say that due to high winds expected across Lake Michigan, our ferry to Milwaukee was cancelled. I really like ferries and I had been looking forward to the ferry across Lake Michigan for weeks. We stopped at Panera for lunch and to discuss the situation. My lunch was a disappointing sandwich. And then there was a lot of highway south of Lake Michigan and around Chicago. And Spotify kept slipping weird mellow folk music into my upbeat driving playlist. And then about 20 miles before Oconomowoc, the sky did this, and I think we will consider this the new start of the trip.

Box Set

Jayne and I had decided to blow off work and talk about men in a way we never would have done when we were younger and more responsible. (Actually, our bosses had pre-approved the vacation time if not the conversation, but I like to think that after sensible teenage and young adult years, we still have a chance of turning into carefree middle aged rebels.) Jayne was sharing with me the surprise some people had expressed when they learned she was getting divorced and how that had opened her eyes to the compartmentalization in her life; in this case, that her marriage had been slowly deteriorating but she didn't talk about this with anyone - even close friends. I asked Jayne how many "boxes" she had. "5 - 1 for work, 1 for family, 1 specifically for my ex, 1 for Christian friends, and 1 for non-Christan friends." As she finished, I saw myself 6 months ago. I was having morning coffee with a friend and my phone beeped its daily 9 am reminder....

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