Friday, April 30, 2010
The State of Things
Is hitting the half-century mark different? I'm not sure. Last year, Donna surprised me with an out-of-town trip, which included a couple of Indians game, an NHL playoff-game, and all the microbreweries I could hit in a weekend. I'm not sure how that one could be topped. It was a fantastic trip, but I felt a little embarrassed that she went to all that trouble. (I tried to reciprocate later in the year for her birthday, but she since she controls the purse-strings, I wouldn't have been able to surprise her.) For the most part, since my mother mentioned that to me, I've probably been a bit more depressed about hitting the big 5-0.
I've never worried all that much about my age. I've always felt that adding to antiquity is a good thing. Even as a teenager, I was always attracted to older women. What woman doesn't think Sean Connery looked better in Medicine Man than he did in any of the Bond films! Why, some of the best barleywines I've ever had have been popped open after having lived in a cellar for a year or more! Aged cheddar, cured ham, old wood floor-planks...hell, an old bathtub from some 1920's hotel fetches top-dollar at a salvage yard! I've never worried about my hair or beard turning gray. I always thought it was pretty cool. And I never understood guys becoming angst-ridden over losing their hair. Bald is beautiful, which explains why I break out the Headblade every summer!
I celebrate the fact that after not having a whole lot of success in the girlfriend-arena, I was able to meet my wife.
I celebrate being in a large family, having a twin brother, being given all of the things that we needed growing up, and having both parents alive and in relatively good health.
Even though I've been perpetually "husky", I celebrate having the opportunity to try to keep myself in decent shape. (now if I just utilized that opportunity more...)
Since laying in bed at night as a kid and knowing that I wanted to emulate those voices who came out of my Philco transistor radio, I celebrate the chance to do what I've wanted to do, career-wise.
Although I shudder at the mere mention of a yellow Ryder truck, I celebrate having been able to live and work in different parts of the country.
Even though it's not Key West, I celebrate the chance to live near my family again and reconnect with a few old friends.
zazen have taught me anything, it's that the past and the future are inconsequential. That's easily said, but difficult to realize. Perhaps I'll come to terms with it within this next half-century. But tonight, I'm going to enjoy my birthday present, which is a seat at Canal Park to watch the Akron Aeros play the Binghamton Mets. Next to me will be Donna and a chilly Dortmunder Gold. The temperature should be mild and the weekend is ahead. Except for the Cavs winning Saturday, I can't think of a better gift.
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