Climb Every Mountain

Climb every mountain, dream every dream…so the song goes. Last year, as the office had the end of financial year lunch, the boss said he had this sense of having scaled a mountain, only to be confronted with a new peak to conquer on the very next day. This year he certainly scaled a higher peak, so I wonder which one he has his sights on now. He said, during our annual lunch this afternoon, that he gets a buzz from helping people. Presumably he meant with their legal problems. It must be wonderful to have a sense of having helped people while doing quite nicely financially. Almost as a side thing, not quite the raison d’etre. I supposed there are realists who do it for the money, and there are purists who do it for the luv of ze law. Me boss however, does it for the love of helping people. Pretty admirable stuff…

I meet him tomorrow morning for my annual review. I wonder if he will ask me why I do it. Not for the money, that’s for sure or I’m out of here faster than Mickey Schumacher.

Kiddo started school again this morning, after 2 weeks’ break. I took last Friday off, and we went to the Picasso exhibition at the NGV . It was such a rich experience just admiring the genius’ work alongside those of his love, Dora Maar. The Weeping Woman was on display and kiddo was excited just to see the original work. We were there around 10am, spent about 2.5 hours, then met Theresa near her office for lunch. We went back to see the rest of it and only left the gallery after 3pm.

That night, we went to church and had a bit of fun over a combined Home Group meeting. That night I stayed up for the Germany v Argentina game, got depressed with the result, and for the first time in months, slept in on a Saturday morning. Theresa had a church ladies’ meeting in the afternoon so I did my run then instead of my usual Saturday morning runs. Then on Saturday night it was another night of football, this time the tragic-comic spectacle of seeing Wayne Rooney stamping on Carvalho’s family jewels and seeing red for it. England got bundled out, Ronaldo making an absolute idiot of a villain himself and I had another miserable night – with England, Argentina, Korea, Serbia & Montenegro and Holland out, Gary Neville, Rio Ferdinand, Wayne Rooney, Gaby Heinze, Ruud Van Nilsterooy, Edwin Van de Saar, Park Ji Sung, and Nemanja Vidic, all my Manchester United heroes, have had a miserable World Cup. Only Louis Saha (France) and Ronaldo (Portugal, but he is already a bad villain) remain. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise as they can now return home for a break before the season begins in August. Yet another mountain to climb. Just like Kiddo and I…

“So, I commend the enjoyment of life.” (From the Bible – really. Eccl 8:15)