One of the benefits of being liberated from organized religion is that there is no strict liturgical calendar to observe. I will observe Easter on the same day as western Christians and am looking forward to spending the Holy Week leading up to it with my family in Billings. As far as my Lenten musings, however, today is different in that—after eleven years in downtown Las Vegas—our office is relocating to the east side. That is a closure of sorts, and so I have decided to make this post a journal of my thoughts throughout the process. Whether or not I’ll have the opportunity for lunch hour blogging in our new location remains to be seen.
It’s about time to go to my last lunch at the Strip Sandwich Shop (yes, some of the 9/11 terrorists ate there) for my last crack at the second best chef’s salad in the world (yes, Mary makes the best). I’ve already made my last trip to the Bank of America Starbucks which I will sorely miss (there’s nothing within walking distance of the new location; entrepreneurs, take note). It’s not easy saying goodbye to things that have been such a part of my life for so many years, and I think that fact is germane to the subject of death, as well. That’s part of the unknown that either generates fear or faith.
It’s now an hour-and-a-half from quitting time. My cubicle is packed and ready to be moved. There are seven boxes to be moved to Greystone and two boxes to take home. It has been interesting sorting through eleven years of accumulation, most of which is headed for the shredder. It’s the end of one era and the beginning of another. That seems to be what the conservation of energy is all about.
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