Friday, September 4

Last Day at the Office

I've never been a huge fan of goodbyes.

I started today with a slippery walk down the hill (along Northshore Rd. today, since the trail is likely quite slick after the rain last night). I led the final tailgate session and bid adieu to the Maintenance Team. We snapped a group photograph, me clad in my SCA t-shirt and them in the NPS uniforms. I will feel strange not to start each day down at the maintenance yard wishing folks good morning and asking everyone how their day is going.

The rain is coming down in spurts and small trickles today. The horizon is gray and the waters have lost their bluish hues. White caps in the distance break over the shallow reefs and I am enjoying a cool breeze that is unusual this time of year. Birds and frogs still chirp wildly, calling to each other across the point. I'm going to miss the cacophony of sounds from the bush. I can gauge the wind by the way the screen chinks back and forth in its window frame. With increasing breezes and gusts, I hear the metal frame clang against the bracket. The bay below still bustles despite the waning sunshine, with the gurgle of diesel powered ferry boats and rumbles of truck traffic wafting up the hill.

I feel a little funny; I hope I am not getting sick. The rapid change in the weather and this storm system could be the source of my icky feelings. I'm going to guzzle down a few packages of Emergen-C and hope that I'm not getting a cold or something else unpleasant.