Shoelaces for Josie

I found out today that my boss is leaving - the one that has ALS. I knew he was going to be leaving. I knew this was going to be his last summer. I knew that. But I didn’t know that he was leaving on the first of July. That’s a month from now. Thirty days. Suck. Major suck.

You know that book by Mitch Albom - Tuesdays with Morrie. I’ve read part of it but I can’t finish it. It’s one of those things that hurts a little too much because it feels like I am reading my own life. I have found that, for myself, it’s easier for me to make it through difficult things if I just don’t think about them. I think that is what all my psychology friends would label “avoidance theory” or blame it on some recessed traumatic experience I had as a wee child. Right. Whatever. I like to just call it “dealing with it.” Everybody has different things that work for them and I don’t think that makes one way right and another wrong. It just makes them different.

Maybe it sounds like running away. Maybe it is. But some problems just don’t have an answer, no matter how much you analyze them or try to figure out a plan to deal with them. Like this problem - or situation rather. What benefit is it going to be for me to try and figure out how I’m going to deal with my boss who has a terminal illness? I’ll deal with it when I must and until then, I will just push it to the back of my mind.

In other news, I did the dishes while my roommate mowed the yard - it was very Peter and Lois Griffin of us. It’s kind of nice living in town, no more BV, cozy home - although ironically, it is louder than when I lived on campus. The people across the street blare the local country radio station, the guy next door was using a chainsaw to cut down his tree and the people on the other side chainsmoke. Freakin’ sweet!