It’s November 2017 and I’m retiring. I’ve been looking forward to this for a while. I started working a scheduled job (go to work, work all day, go home, repeat) since I was 12 years old. My father was a barber and when I was 12 I started working sweeping floors and shining shoes at the barber shop where my father worked. I went to work with him everday that I wasn’t in school. Summer vacations, Christmas break and every Saturday I was there working. This isn’t a complaint. I was happy to have my own money and some feeling of independence. At 12, still in 6th grade, it was one of the most important lessons of my life. But I digress, my point is that I’ve been working a scheduled job for 50 years, I had a paper route before that, and I think that’s long enough. Hooray retirement.
Because of my leaving the place I’ve worked for the past 22 1/4 years some people have been very nice to me. Yesterday my friend Kim sent me a message asking if I was going to be at work because she had a gift for me. She asked because I’ve been using up my accrued leave before I retire. So, I went in to work to see her. She gave me a very nice gift bag. Inside there was a bottle of sparkling cider and two champagne flutes. There was also a small stuffed dog.
She had previously told me that as a retired man in Florida I needed a small dog. I’m allergic to cats and dogs so I’m unable to have one. I told her about my other small stuffed toy. It is a small Piget doll I received as a gift years ago from a fellow cast member.
I have been acting since I was in elementary school and when you’re doing Childrens Theatre they have different kinds of things they do and this show we all had secret friends. We exchanged gifts without knowing who was gifting us and we got to watch as the gift we gave was opened without the knowlege of the giver.
I got Piglet when I was in a show called Fractured Fairy Tales and I was playing the Big Bad Wolf. I was lucky enough to have both of my sons also take part in the same play and when the person who was my secret friend asked them what I liked so she could buy relevant gifts they told her I liked pigs. Their reasoning was I’m the Big Bad Wolf, I like pigs. Funny.
Since then I always take Piglet on trips with me. He’s been to Turkey, Italy and Greece. He’s been to most states in the USA. I told Kim this story to let her know that her small dog gift was not a small thing.
I went home and put them together on my mantle, Piglet’s longtime home, and took a picture to send to Kim. I told her that I wanted her to see the new best friends. It came out so well that I wrote this entire post just to share it on my blog.