I am so tired. I know, me complaining about being tired is like complaining that water is wet – I am always tired. It’s just worse at the moment because I haven’t been sleeping well lately (taking hours to fall asleep) and I’ve spent the past few days struggling with a cold. Today I feel like it’s hovering on the edge and could go either way though, so I’m hoping I wake up tomorrow and it’s better rather than being significantly worse.
Since I didn’t feel well today was really quiet. More watching of the Brady Bunch, more watching of UFC, more fiddling about on the internet and wasting time generally.
Back to work and school tomorrow. I can’t believe it’s August – what is this year.
And just so I keep it, here is the poem Benita wrote for Dad’s retirement – she did such a brilliant job, I am deeply impressed!
An Ode to Peter
Start a job finish a job, that’s what he’d say
And now the job’s finished, he’s had his last day.
A wonderful provider, a worker so rare,
Now its time to rest and provide lots of grandchild-care.
He started at a bank, a luscious locked lad,
Fresh out of uni, that was our dad.
A Bachelor degree hung on the wall
His career just started, he was standing tall
Next was tax, a respectable place
He was working hard, could he handle the pace?
Children soon followed, but he kept up his work
He had so many children they almost sent him berserk
A simpler life, he dreamed of then,
So they packed up their things, headed off to The Glen
Johnson’s Emporium had a nice ring
We all looked forward to the riches it would bring.
The shop was immense, with an old tin roof,
Great glass windows, a small wooden stoop.
Shelves full of goodies, magazines to read,
The rude ones were funniest, we all definitely agreed.
The shop would’ve flourished, a sight to behold,
But us kids ate the profits, stealing lollies untold.
He worked all day, from dawn until dusk,
Serving the customers, sweeping endless dust
The freezer broke, the day was hot,
How much icecream could we eat – the answer: a lot!
The years went by, the kids needed to eat
He needed some more work to make ends meet
A cleaner, a mailman, doing the books
If it needed doing he would give it a look.
A man about town, he was loved by many
Especially old ladies, who baked him cakes a-plenty
The years went by, he’d had enough
It was time for a change, time to make some real cash
So an era was done, the door locked with care,
No one could have run the shop with more flair.
The big city beckoned, a change was to come
Goodbye Glenthompson, you sure had been fun
Hamilton life suited dad to a tee,
He could still walk to work, and go out for lots of coffee
He said he worked hard, I don’t think it’s a lie,
But if I called him he often seemed to be heating a party pie
Gambling at work was an excellent game
The Punters Club just wont be the same
Always with a smile, a great man to know
You have made your mark wherever you go
Our family is shaped by the person you are
Our wonderful leader, our dad, our pa.
We can’t thank you enough, for your work each day
So three cheers for Pete, hip hip hooray!
And now as you finally retire
We hope you relax, in front of this fire (*fire pit ceremoniously bought in)