Now that it’s officially Friday, February 18th, 2005: I’d like to round out the nuclear-family props trifecta for this week. (Photo L-R: Aunt Kay, Dennis, Mom)
Today, my Mom retires… for good. No more working, for real. No job, no boss, no bureaucracy, no worries.
About damn time! ;) Congratulations, Mom!
She “retired” from the USAF after 20 years of service back in 1991. Everyone knows that—unless you’re a colonel or higher—you’re going to have to find work after your 20 if you’re not a suffering “lifer”. After a brief stint at the BBB in Tampa, and a hellish couple of years doing all the real work for an overpaid meteorological hack with an ugly pair of stupidly-named dogs at the local Fox affiliate, Mom landed a supervisory position at a Tampa-fringe municipality (Dad worked for the city before he died, too).
Even though she (kinda’ recently?) interviewed for a couple of other jobs, she stuck with it, and—as far as I can tell—loves working with “The Ladies at Work”. They did all sorts of crazy shit… rafting trips, cruises and whatnot.
But… then a funny thing happened. She met Dennis. It’s still kind of freaky for me to even type this: Dennis is my step-father; they got married on Oct. 9, 2004. All of a sudden, Mom is freakin’ happy. Happier than I think I’ve ever seen her.
Now that Mom is officially retired, their life together is pretty much set. Not “set” as in following a predetermined path… but “set” as in they can do pretty much anything they want… at the drop of a hat.
That is awesome, and my Mom deserves it.
Y’know… after having dealt with all three of her asshole kids (each of us used a different asshole-kid technique, just to keep her on her toes) and having dealt with all of my biological father’s… let’s call them quirks.
I love you, Mom. It’s about time you got what you’ve always deserved.