I had hoped to leave without fanfare. I saw no need to endure one of those retirement gatherings where old colleagues strain for wit. It would be like having to sit through tepid eulogies at my own funeral. (At least in that case I wouldn't have to clench a smile and suppress the temptation to contradict.) But I didn't manage to get out of Dodge scott free. Our office Admin surprised me with a cake, a balloon and streamers on my door. Nice touch even if I couldn't eat the cake or muster genuine cheer for the faint praise from my boss or the others who thwarted our progress in order to win praise from on high.
|Taking in tribute from the teamwith a lock-jaw smile|
But all that is now someone else's problem. As of today, my thoughts have turned to those long-promised home projects, and the mountains.