50, That Old?
Who decided that fifty is old? Yes, by the time you are all reading this I will have successfully completed fifty years of living on the planet Earth.
They say you are as young as you feel and most inmates peg my age at less than 40!
Also might I remind all you readers that I have been doing this gated community living thing for over ten years now, and while my mind certainly suffers the most grueling punishment, I have to admit that in general the last ten years has not been all that bad in terms of putting "age" on this body of mine.
As I have mentioned to some people, if I were to place a personal ad, I would probably start it off with, "Well-rested fine male specimen..."
The other thing is that if you do not celebrate a birthday, did it really happen?
I love looking at the wedding announcements in the Style Section of the Sunday New York Times and noting of the ages of the grooms. While it is not a majority, there are still plenty of fifty year olds (and older) getting married. Some of them even have brides a decade (or two) younger.
Hope springs eternal. Although right now to be perfectly honest, the spring is not as springy as it should be. Alas...
While I am typing the draft of this post, my eclectic radio station is playing a version of "Making Whoopee" with Dr. John and Ricky Lee Jones
. Man I love that Big Band sound. But for the record, now is certainly not the time for me to be making whoopee!