50 isn’t really that old – if you’re a redwood tree.

By | January 10, 2018

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.

The good old days, when one candle was enough

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…

 

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