When it’s over

At the appointed moment — and it was always going to be a moment and not a time because it was going to be when I finished what I had to do — I wasn’t sure how I would feel.

I highly doubted I’d be tipping over tables, but I could see myself being terse, even snippy, when the layoff became official.

I could also see myself getting emotional. Goodbyes often do that to me, and this was goodbye not to say hello to a new opportunity, but to something unknown.

But in the end, I was kind of surprised what I felt …

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Life can’t go on without me

What keeps you going? What do you live for?

A little nightmare fuel

I believe it was the late racecar driver and announcer Buddy Baker who used to say “a wreck that missed” when drivers narrowly avoided an accident.

There are wrecks that miss … and then there are wrecks that miss.

Screwing up my own revenge

Who doesn’t have someone from their past, or present, that they can’t stand?

Maybe it’s the high school or college classmate who was a bully.

Maybe it’s the obnoxious boss who made work a nightmare.

Maybe it’s someone who was a friend before a falling-out.

Wouldn’t it be nice to get revenge on them, somehow?

I’m not always ‘smart,’ even if the technology is

Because I have no desire to be Dead Employee Walking, I’ve been working at home since last week.

It has been good to be away from the office, but it can get lonesome at times, so I’ve been playing music or radio shows to keep myself company.

My phone is connected to the Amazon Echo in the kitchen, so I just choose what I want to listen to, turn on the Bluetooth to hook up the speaker and let it play.

Only I can make the rain stop

Have you ever had to go outside into the pouring rain to do whatever it was you were going to do next?

You wait and you wait and you wait for as long as you can, but the rain isn’t going to stop or even slow down and eventually you just have go out there and take your soaking.

As I wrote this, it was sunny and gorgeous outside, with mild temperatures and the hint of a breeze.

But I’m still going to have to go out in a downpour.

Sometimes a breakdown is just a breakdown

During the best of times, I pace a lot. I’m the antsy type.

When things aren’t going I pace even more, which one night got one woman’s attention near a bus stop in Albany, New York.

Just like I remember it

The game itself lasted just over 2 1/2 hours — a 9-0 win for Portland over Erie.

But while the game was pretty brisk, I could watch games at Hadlock Field in Portland, Maine — particularly on beautiful summer afternoons — forever.

Dodging raindrops at the beach

Everyone at Popham Beach State Park knew it was coming, probably even the seagulls.

The dark clouds were off to the right, and at times it was hard to tell whether the crashing sound was thunder or waves crashing along the beach.

Pizza and ice cream? What could be better?

There was a line for the pizza at Derosier’s in Freeport, Maine, but that wasn’t our line.

Our line was for the ice cream. They serve sundaes in Chinese take-out containers, and my combo of cookie dough, cookies and cream and deep-dish apple pie (yup, that’s a flavor) with whipped cream, nuts and peanut better was awesome.

The young woman behind the counter could have probably used some help, but she was giving it her all.

But whether Derosier’s is a pizza place that sells ice cream or an ice cream place that sells people, it raises what to me is an obvious question.