Today was my very last day of work. (Until December, that is.)
It was magical.
Afterward, I ventured back to the land of yardsalery, and helped pack everything up and shut it down. 'Twas a very succesful weekend.
I then took my younger cousins out for dinner, but first, I took them on a field trip. We went to the gas station! Nothing like a failing economy to bring family closer together. I taught them how to pump gas. A valuable life lesson, I'm sure. Then I took them through the carwash. I love that they're still as amazed as I am at the wonder and simplicity of a carwash. I used to ask to go to the carwash for my birthday every year. At about age 12, my parents decided I was too old for that, I suppose, and alas, I no longer had anyone to share the joy that is the car cleaning mechanism. I very much enjoyed watching their faces as they stared out the car window at the machine. "It's like a cleaning robot!" my cousin Ben shouted. I hope that I never get too old to enjoy those simple little things in life. Age 12 is far too young to be deprived of that youthful imagination and excitement. Although I am much more mature now, mentally, physically, and emotionally, I will always have the imagination of a 6 year old girl, going through the carwash, on her birthday.
laterdays.