Friday, Aug 8
My last round with the Middle School Youth Group. It goes well. Someone asks me why it is I'm leaving exactly, and it feels suspiciously like I don't have a good answer.
Saturday, Aug 9
I head to the post office and ship winter clothes and books to Chelan, Washington -- then to the public library where I pay off fines and late fees accrued over the past year. The two transactions come to about $100. People who know me can debate just how much went to either errand.
My last shift at the Green Iguana. The manager buys me a Yuengling, the bartender buys me a shot. I'm tired and pick a Jager Bomb. The bartender makes it and disappears, and the next thing I know I'm taking a five-gallon bucket of ice water full in the face. One of the ways they say Bye there, and part of me knew I should have been prepared for it. My cell phone stops working just in time for a loosely-coordinated cross-country jaunt.
Sunday, Aug 10
After church I go out to lunch with my family. Then my brother and I go windsurfing, which almost makes me late to High School Youth Group. After youth group I'm almost dry, and spend the rest of the night packing and cleaning. I realize belatedly that I left something in my (former) office at the church.
My Valpo pennant.
Monday, Aug 11 (early)
I get on a plane.
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