This oncoming March may be my last month of freedom, even my last week of freedom. While the prospective company checks my references, rumors reach me of a job offer today or tomorrow.
I wind down this year, like an August kid returning to dreaded school. Although I wish to cram in all my remaining planned adventures, mostly I just sit. I may have already exhausted freedom or habituated to all this time. I can consume an idle day with an errand, like visiting the Vietnamese consulate in San Francisco,
I swim my last class. Even Coach Kyle moves on from teaching swimming to a new job as director of San Francisco aquatics. After splashing in the pool, I meet AJ with his kid at the San Francisco Zoo. We’ll run around the animals for this rare moment of three unemployed. We’ll soon get the kid a job, so AJ and I do not have to work. AJ begins his new job tomorrow at a Mission-Bay start-up.
I have only one foot in this country, as Greg and I depart soon for Vietnam. We pin down an itinerary and book more flights. Do we venture to Da Lat in the highlands or stay longer in Hoi An and Hue? I peruse Saigon hotels, wondering what they might look like.
I hesitate starting new projects with this uncertain future. I make white covers for the Triangles. I might start next an owl hat. Tomorrow, I visit Ruben in Sacramento for one last bender.