I’m now 50 years old. How did this happen? It seems like my 40’s just got started. Honestly, it doesn’t seem that long ago that I was a teenager. But the mirror says something else. Inside, I still feel pretty young. My wife will testify that I’m very immature – she calls me and my sons her three boys. But according to the calendar, I’m not young anymore. As my son Samuel will happily remind me, that was a long time ago, old man.
So what do I have planned for the big day? Well, lets see – shuffle around the house in a cardigan , fill out my AARP card, sign up at the Trafton Senior Center, go out to eat and see if I can get a senior citizen discount… Just kidding. I have no big plans. A friend is taking me out to lunch (still might try for the senior citizen discount). My wife asked what I want to eat tonight. I’ll probably go with homemade pizza. Or Paras Pizza. And strawberry cake or cupcakes, of course.
50 is a big deal, of course. Some people say it’s the halfway point of life, but I don’t plan to live to 100. In fact, if I live as long as the average American male, my life is now approximately 2/3 over. And those were the good years! Chew on that for awhile. But I think of 50 as basically the midpoint of middle age. That’s not a bad place to be.
In a way, I think 50 can be liberating. If I want to do something, I might as well do it. That goes the other way, as well. If I don’t want to do something, I won’t. Unless it’s at home, of course. My wife doesn’t care how old I am if she wants me to do something. Age doesn’t carry much weight around here.
I plan to have some fun this year. More writing, more laughing, more socializing, more time at the lake and the beach. I hope to go to a concert. I recently realized that the last concert I attended was almost 13 years ago, when my girlfriend (now my wife) and I went to Massachusetts to see Oasis and Jet. I remember being in a sling because of recent shoulder surgery and being able to hold only one beer instead of two. So I bought two at a time and had Michelle hold one for me so I didn’t have to keep going to the beer stand. I was wicked smaht, even back then.
So a concert is one of my goals for this year, if anyone I want to see comes to the area. Of course, it’ll have to be an afternoon concert because I don’t like to stay up late, and I’ll need ear protection, and it’ll have to be close because I stiffen up if I’m in the car too long, and…