Hubby's retirement day - woohoo!! It's been 36 looooooooonnnnng years getting to today, and I don't know why the Douglas Adam's title "So long and thanks for all the fish" keeps ringing in my head. Perhaps it's just that I'm overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted by just how much my man is valued by a huge network of colleagues and contacts. And here I was just thinking that it was just the dogs and I who knew exactly how nice he is!
It's the veterinary scientist's last day at work. From today he's on long service leave until he actually retires in August. Who cares about the technicalities!! He will be home with me! Mega cause for celebration when one married ones best friend since the age of 16.
I'm glad he wore a good shirt to work today, and not one of the ones worn out at the collar, or fraying at the waist that he has been saving because I get so busy writing that I forget I'd promised to iron something, and he's been away and hasn't ironed anything himself. It makes for a better photo opportunity.
Here he is - the vet, intently gazing into the bin, sure that the answer the caller needs is located deep down there somewhere, searching for the meaning of life and wondering if it is really 42 or some permutation involving the 10th rubbish bin of paper that he's spent the last month decluttering. Perhaps he's thrown out the meaning of life inadvertently?
Moi, as you know I've already done the retirement thing. For some odd reason this particular retirement moment feels far more momentous. Thank goodness for transition rituals like the farewell morning tea. He wanted me to join him there and I willingly went along. After all, I felt married to half these people myself - they actually saw more of him during the work week than I did.
If you've been a couple for as long as we have then this moment is like giving birth and getting married all on the same day. It feels as though we are rededicating our lives to each other and to doing our separate things together somewhere in the same house with the dogs choosing who to sit with with the one who offers the best treats until forever, or the next stage, a farewell to life, hopefully in the far distant future.
It's at times like these that the Baby Boomer New Age Retirees really appreciate having a His and Hers study each with their computers and Wifi.
And I'm also wondering what effect it will have on my stress levels to know when to expect someone home or for tea, and not to worry myself constantly about the management of welfare needs in floods and fires and abattoirs and circuses and Skippy and koalas and Horse Flu and ... I'd better stop.
The future is all unknown as it has ever been, but it will be nice to have him home. Perhaps I can email him downstairs at his computer and get him to make me a cup of tea and bring it up to my office. What bliss!
Now, I'm glad that you suggested it. I do 'need' to buy myself a little extra retirement present ... I was thinking a small bottle of Chanel No 5 should mark the occasion nicely. What do you think?