Saturday, December 09, 2017

On The Ninth Day of December


Work for 8+ hours.  Watering, straightening and ordering Poinsettias.  So many varieties.  So many I would like to take home with me.  But they don't like it here.  At home.

Next Wednesday is my last day at work for the year.  I have never been "released" this early.  Am I sad.  Not a bit.  I was tempted to ask that Today was the last day--but he said he needed me on Wednesday.  And one of the 20 somethings asked for another batch of Rum Balls.  How can I refuse. The request began with "Jo, I love you".

It's snowing.  Let there be accidents.  Wouldn't you think Mainers could drive in snow?  Well, they can--but not for the very first snow, like tonight.  In ditches. Slamming into guard rails. Rear ending.
This is what we call "greasy snow" and the roads are slippery.

G dropped me off this morning and came to get me.  So grateful.

Well, time to change out of work clothes, shower and put on my jammies.

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