Today we got the news that our plant was closing June 29th. A lot of things I could say about this- but I'll defer for now. They're being very generous on severence, and giving plenty of warning. It still sucks, though, and thankfully they were wise enough to send us home and pay us for the half- day so's we didn't just stand around and get ourselves all worked up.
I'd rather do that alone.
Twenty years for me, 25 for Laurie. I knew not the first thing about really working when I went there. Don't feel much like I know anything about it now, other than I'll somehow have to do it somewhere else.
But you know what? It's nuthin' but a thing, and life rolls merrily on. I have a blog friend who has it a lot worse. Years of CHF, fighting weight and diet, fighting for insurance coverage, trying to see one last daughter through to adulthood. And then... the bad news she wasn't prepared to name on blog, so as to give it a permanance and reality. But the word "chemo" spells it out in big Gothic font. The other day, she posted one of those posts where you laugh about what you're going through, except the jokes ain't funny and you're working to an audience of yourself. Before I could read the whole thing, she'd taken it down. To me, even that's a poignant moment of courage- "You are NOT turning me into one of those people! You can't have my dignity!" Bravo to you.
And you know what? It's nuthin' but a thing, and life rolls merrily on. Scrappy and I went out for a walk and ran into mama fox and three, maybe four, adorable little kits sunning themselves. I tried to video, but by now you are all familiar with my camera, so if you really want to hear it, let me know. Mama fox saw us last, and jumped up, yipped at her already amscrayed litter (hence "hearing" the aforementioned video), and split. Scrappy, as usual, never noticed until she stood up and yipped.
Those little buggers were so cute, and so happy, and where will they be months from now? Where will any of us be? Sometimes all we have are a few stolen sunny moments. Or one more school dance. Or two months of work.