Lemon tree wrapup

Once upon a time in a city rather like Boston, there lived a lemon seed. "Damn," said the lemon seed, "they never seem to write Choose Your Own Adventure books anymore. Whatever happened to those?" The lemon seed thought about this and was a little sad. Then it decided to choose its own adventure anyway and went to the library, where it reserved a copy of The Bastard on the Couch for perusal in January. Going home again, it was crossing a grassy median when a most peculiar sensation came over it. It didn't want to go on anymore. It sat on the dirt and fell asleep, and before long it found itself both above and below the dirt as well. It was growing! When the man who worked for the city came to mow the median, he saw the six-inch-high sapling and mowed around it (not for any good reason--he just liked trees). He even watered it a little on his way past. By the time the man quit his job the sapling was large enough that everyone else assumed it was supposed to be there. And so the lemon tree lived on the median and ended up having a pretty decent life.

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I'm looking forward to writing my year-end retrospective. The best thing that's happened to me this year--by far--has been getting this job. The worst thing was probably getting shafted by our old landlords this spring... it's not fun to get screwed out of thousands of dollars and have no legal recourse, even if you knew it was a risk.

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