Today's my dad's last day of work. I'm loathe to say 'ever' because I know he'll be bored out of his mind by next Tuesday afternoon. The man's worked since he was 14; that's some fifty years of working, most of it with the same company. Not too many people can say that.
He's got a party tonight, then another party tomorrow night. Already he's got a better social life than I do. My mom's busier post-retirement than she was when she worked. I'm sure he'll be the same way. They'll save the plants of the world one Pond Society meeting at a time. They'll throw themselves headfirst into whatever comes their way.
The best part about this retirement is that he and Mom will be able to spend proper chunks of time over here. They'll get to know and love Scotland as much as I do. They'll get to spend a week photographing every plant at Inverewe Gardens without as much as a peep from me.
Congratulations, Dad. It's the first day of the rest of your life.