C.B., who is now Dr. C.B., does not believe in saying goodbye - she says "see you later," like the italians. "we will see each other another time." how much weight in these words we choose. i said farewell to my 3-year position in the lab today, commemorated with a lovely lunch at a local french-style place with soft green walls and old old everything. my chair was wrought iron, which looks pretty but despite the cushions had me feeling like the princess with a lot of peas under her bottom. i had champagne pear soup and parmesan bread - YUMMY! - and crab salad with arugula. the best was the peach lemonade which the server kept refilling for us, like they must do in paradise.
what i thought would fill 2-3 boxes took 6-7 instead (doesn't it always go like that?) - books, file folders, papers, my south korean key dish and Gpa E's mirror from his optamology office: a little froggy saying "Smile, I like happy faces." it was very special as a little girl to have one's grandfather check out one's eyes. when your first pair of glasses is prescribed in 2nd grade you'll take any sort of consolation or specialness, to counteract all the little tiny children calling you "four eyes." tomorrow is his 93rd birthday.
3 years in my current job, as it comes to a close. the numbers add up and it's up to us to give them meaning. what next? che cosa ora? continued marching, keep in touch, keep in our hearts all those who went before. arrivederci, see you later.
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