Tomorrow morning is the last day that I have to get up,
put on a clean tee-shirt, old comfortable shoes and
drive two minutes to my job.

Tomorrow is the last day that I have to explain, four times,
why I can't fit a print that is 23X19 into a 16X20 frame.

Tomorrow is the last day that I have to answer the question,
while wearing a BLUE HObLOB vest, "do you work here?"
(no, i'm trying to pick up hobby lobby affectionadoes and
take them home to my laboratory)

Tomorrow is the last day that while surrounded by frames and
frame samples, I'll have to listen to a person asking me
if we frame posters/paintings/prints there.

Tomorrow is the last day that I'll have to answer the phone and
have yet another person ask what time we close. When i say,
"8 p.m", tomorrow is the last day that I'll have to answer the question of,
"will you still be there then?"
(no, we all leave at 7 and go to
the corner bar,
but we'll leave the lights on for you)

Tomorrow is the last day that someone will call
me a b---- c--- because I've told her that we have
a 14 day turnaround on framing more than
two pieces and she has known for a year that her
new store opens tomorrow.
(and it will be the last time anyone ever gets by
with calling me that)

Tomorrow is the last day that I'll have to show
someone 21 custom frame samples and then watch her
walk off because she's mad that custom framing
"costs so much"/It is also the last day that I'll
have to re-hang 30 frames that someone dragged out
to the counter and then left them there when they
finished farking around for 3 hours.......

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BUT, tomorrow is the last day that an elderly lady will
cry when I show her the framed christening gown that her mom wore.......

Tomorrow is the last day that I'll be hugged because I
framed a piece, economically, for someone with very little
money and made it look like it cost a fortune.

Tomorrow is the last day that some cute Ft. Sill officer
will walk up and flirt with me and ask for the diploma that
I framed for him.

Tomorrow is the last day that I'll see 80 year old Mrs. R,
who drives 30 miles to ask me to help her pick out colors
and fabrics for her kitchen.

Tomorrow is the last day that I'll know that I made a
difference in someone's day because I framed something
that defines that day for them:

A piece of crochet work that belonged to an ancestor or

a picture of a teenager who was killed in a car wreck or

a photograph of a young soldier who didn't come home
from Iraq or

a tee shirt that someone bought at a Pink Floyd concert
years and years ago or

a shadow box that is completely full of someone's
armed services history or

a jersey that belonged to someone's sport hero or

a collage of a child's growing years or

a painting that a long deceased Indian artist
painted or

the first painting by a woman who never felt
appreciated and suddently discovered that she has
value in the art world or

a wedding license of a couple in their 80s and

a piece of an American flag that someone brought home
from a war from long ago and far away.

love, pat

[bebop]

wow that is so moving!!! no pun intended. makes me teary eyed

thank you..........in the b......c....one, i didn't tell the lady that she had known that she was opening her store for a year. she told me that.........i wouldn't go quite that far in the store.

it is going to be very happy and very sad..........xoxoxo pat

[mrb020377]

wow this made me get teary eyed. i know this is going to be hard for you. lots of luck..

((((((((((((((pat)))))))))))))0

Wow! Your post brought me back to the day when I had to say goodbye to the old people in the nursing home where I was working. It was a sad day because I didn't wanted to leave and they didn't wanted me to leave, saying they were losing their angel.

It will be a sad and happy day for you. You are moving on in life. I wish you all the luck in this world.

[SeptemberMorn]

WOW!! The first half made me laugh because I hear the same thing from my best friend who works at Michael's. But I've yet to hear her say something as touching as the second half of your post. That was really touching! I would think that made all of the first part worth it!

Fay, that was beautiful. Thank you for sharing that with us. ((((((Fay)))))))