After several false starts over the past week leading towards a formal offer and a promise that I would get a call on Friday. Sure enough, I got a call at 4:45 pm on Friday formally offering me the job at a salary 20% higher than the other desirable job offer that ended up not working out.
What I don’t know yet is when I’ll start. Still some paperwork to do and, evidently, some corporate processing of everything, but I think the date will be between 9/14 and 9/28. So here I go back into the full-time work world. Gulp.
At the end of the week I’m heading up to the mountains for a week. Then I’ll return and move into my new job. Of course, since I’m not tied to an office I could even work from the mountains if I choose. Looking forward to the mountains in late summer.
Every morning when I’m up there I take a walk to the top of the mountain. I walk past all the ski runs, now overgrown with wild grass. It is a lovely and calming sight, I must say. I feel restored every time I take this walk.
During my walk I pass an overlook. When the view is not obscured by fog or by haze I walk over and take a look at the bowl created by the intersection of the east/west and north/south ridges. At the intersection of the ridge is where the ski runs begin and descend into the bowl. The bowl opens to the north and northwest. Here you can see the ski run I walk past later in my walk. The top of the run is 5,500 feet elevation.
I bought a new camera and tried it out at the zoo last week. It is a mega-zoom digital but not DSLR. But better than my old camera. Here is a photo of a new baby giraffe and its mother.
Well, the camera put the grass behind the giraffes in focus rather than the giraffes. I need to work on technique.
Here is a picture of our large tuxedo, Milo. What is he trying to say?
So goodbye retirement, for the time being. While we are not “born for battle only”, I return to a hopefully gentler fray then the one I left in 2006.
by Henry Timrod
—-Source: The Collected Poems of Henry Timrod (1965)