Today is Monday, July 16, and last Friday was my last day of work at Data Card. The folks from work and I had a going away party on Friday after work at Stonewings on Lake Minnetonka. It gave me a chance to say goodbye and/or live it up with them one last time. If and when I get back to the Twin Cities I'm to look up: John, Kevin, Mickey, Tom, Carolyn, Mary Jo, and most others said to stop in at work to say hi. I told them I would be in to apply for a job, if nothing else. They thought that was funny.
I'm now living at Dad's (since July 1st). The 1st was to be my departure date, but I had an accident with my Camaro and needed about two weeks' pay to take care of it. I really needed the time anyway to fix the van; for here it is the middle of the month and the van is about the only thing holding me back. I'm getting very tired of living with Dad. Aside from our personality conflicts(?), he has a lot of things he wants me to do that have nothing to do with my trip. Now, I realize he's helped me many, many times with my projects, and it's only fair that I help him with his. But my anxiety builds more each day to be on my way and I find it irritating to do anything that doesn't further my preparations.
I spent my first night in the van last Friday after the party (gotta watch that drinking and driving, ya know) and I awoke to a beautiful morning. Fresh air was coming through the curtains in the window at the head of my bed. I was in a town I'd never really been in (Excelsior) and it was as I imagine it will be on my trip. It felt very good. (Aside from the predictable slight hangover!)
I forgot to mention; so many people at the party wished me good luck and told me I'll have a good time on my trip, that I can't see how I can go wrong!!