Well, here it is Sunday. This isn't going to be a day of rest for me. Eight hours of work have been scheduled. My last full work week is upon me, starting tomorrow. I am satisfied.
At work we're going through our Bonus Celebration. My last full time bonus will be my best ever. That's nice, too. Today they're brining in the ice cream truck. Home made ice cream. We can get to choose what we want. Yummy. Yesterday we had personal pan pizzas made by a local Mom & Pop, they were delicious.
Here's a little known fact: There are approximately 180 associates in my store. Thirteen of them (13) are named Dave. Whether we are all 'Beloved' is difficult to say. Yesterday, while I was eating my personal pan pizza, I was talking to Dave K. He's 87 years old and works part-time for something to do during the week. Another associate, sitting at another table asked me about my back, and Dave K asked what's wrong. I replied, "arthritis." He looked at me for a surprised second and then said, "you, you're too young for arthritis." When I told him how old I was he made a face and said, "well, you look good for your age, I thought you were around 55." I'll take that.
And it's not only my dahlias that are blooming. There are still roses on more than a few of bushes, too.