I have ten days left in Muncie. The clock is ticking. The sand is falling. The pendulum is swinging. And I’m psychologically ready to go.
My upstairs office books are boxed and ready to move. I’ll finish walls tomorrow. From there, I move downstairs to the larger task of my University Singers office.
Last-minute invitations to meals are coming in at two-a-day. I’m booked, so I’m having to turn them down, which saddens me.
The hand-off to my successor is under way. John Scheib and I met for over an hour today, most of that time with my secretary, Jana. John and I meet again tomorrow for another hour or more. I’m imparting knowledge that I’ve gained over the last two years, and sharing a list of how-to’s and don’t-forgets. There’s no reason for John to repeat my mistakes!
I also met for the last time yesterday with Alan Alder, my successor with University Singers. He took the tour of the office, the cabinets, the storage areas, the file drawers. I gave him the audition packets for all of next year’s members. He signed contracts for all new members, which were then mailed today. As we said a last goodbye, I shed a tear. That’s the first outward one related to this life transition. Save for packing the office, I’m now done with University Singers.
As I said a couple of months ago, the only way this works is when I make a clean break. So, to Alan yesterday: “I won’t be calling you. I’m walking away. But, if you need to call me, I’ll talk your call with gladness.” I will have left, but I’m not gone.
We’ve had some tremendous rains here this week. I took a walk between 4 and 5 today (and just took a bubble bath to help me cool off, believe it or not). I walked in the sun. Now at 5.40 p.m., the skies have clouded over and we’re in another severe thunderstorm watch.
Oh yes . . . I’m a happy politico today!