Construction Paper Chain

Yesterday I took off work a half day early and went back to The Ragley (the old apartment) and cleaned out the garage. This was the last step in moving out of capitol hill. It felt really fucking good to be done with that. All that's left is to turn in our keys. The property managers want to sit down and have a glass of wine with Laura and me when we turn in the keys. I was a pretty good tenant there, and was one of the longer term residents, so I think they just want to catch up with us and see what our future plans are. They're nice people and everything, but I wouldn't necessarily say that we're "friends", so I hope that little meeting isn't too awkward.

This afternoon I have a meeting with a fellow from the Seattle union hall, the health and benefits rep, to sit down and talk about how to make this whole plan come together. I keep encountering that famous old "A-Team" catch phrase every time I talk about this, when it's all said and done, I'm going to have to  sit down with a cigar and repeat that about a hundred times. If I don't do that, I probably should be arrested. ANYWAY, I'm hoping he'll help me develop a to-do list of things I need to do, and action plan, if you will, to make this happen. This is the guy who told me about how to extend my health benefits for two years until medicare kicks in. I tried to get third party confirmation on what he told me and got some radically conflicting information. He assured me (over voice mail) that he does know how to get this done, and to trust him. I'll need it in writing, but he seems to know what he's talking about.

After this meeting today, it might just be time to make a construction paper chain where I tear off one link per day until I can "retire". Did you ever do something like this as a kid to count down till Christmas, or some greatly anticipated event? I did, and this is about the most greatly anticipated event of my life. I don't think I'll be able to get out of it without the construction paper chain.