Bittersweet

This next week is my last at work. It's going to be bittersweet. Sweet because
1. Today I helped my daddy fix the CD player in the car. That means Marisa and I won't be subject to whatever the radio plays anymore. For the past 2 or 3 weeks all we've been able to listen to is the radio and, good gravy, DO THEY EVER PLAY ANYTHING NEW? So we'll have good and VARYING music on the commute to and from work.
2. Big paycheck.
3. No more crazy little ragamuffins and hooligans.

Bitter because
1. Last big paycheck of the summer.
2. No more crazy little ragamuffins and hooligans.
3. Last week of free snowballs, popsicles, and ice cream. I know, tragic.
4. On Friday afternoon when all the kids get cans of silly string, I am 100% positive that they will make it a top priority to chase me down. It's not that I've made so many enemies, but so many friends. And this is apparently how children treat their friends, by hosing them down with silly string in spite of the pleas for mercy.
And 5. I like this job. It's been something different everyday. I'll especially feel its absence next month when all of my time will be occupied with demanding tasks such as staring into space and walking in circles around my house looking for something to do.

Yes, one month left of freedom before the start of RA training. I've made a list of activities for myself because what with all of the free time, I won't have a clue what to do with myself.

Make bread. From scratch.
Read all of those books that I have not yet read.
Make ice cream. From scratch.
Take pictures of the Garden District, Uptown, and Magazine St.
Blog about all of those recipes that I have not blogged about.
Keep running until I eventually melt into a puddle because of the humidity.
Visit Kaleigh and Thea in Texas!! This is iffy, but I really, really want to.
Make it to Port of Call before I leave the city.

That's a pretty sufficient list, especially because every one of those items, save the last one, will take a number of days to accomplish. Who knows, maybe I'll actually get some of it done.