in which the Rambler opens the carton of blue bags...
I figure if I fill one of those big blue recycle bags with paper and so forth every day of the week from now on... I should be about able to walk out of the door on R-Day and hand back the keys without, as they say, a backward glance...
Shredding was absolutely The Best Bit of leaving former parish...so enjoy some of the process. I'm still dreaming that someone will give you a transatlantic flight for as a Freedom present ...
Mother of three thoughtful, interesting, funny, grown-up kids, most in the vicinity for at least much of the year (I'm so blessed); grandmother of FOUR, count'em, FOUR amazing baby girls; ABSOLUTELY, finally, fully "retired"; ordained for the last 20+years; "late vocation" after first life as a university instructor in English; Anglican by virtue of English metaphysical poetry and the Book of Common Prayer (and by the grace of God); genetically Calvinist; INFP in the extreme.
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Oh. my.
Shredding was absolutely The Best Bit of leaving former parish...so enjoy some of the process. I'm still dreaming that someone will give you a transatlantic flight for as a Freedom present ...
yes, shredding can be cathartic.
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