Hell of a Guy
Chance favors the prepared mind - Louis Pasteur

Saturday, February 09, 2013

Being “69”...


Today, I “get” to be sixty-nine.  Today, I get to begin my 70th year on planet Earth.  As a bother-in-law refers to it, I have had ‘one more trip around the sun.”  I think I may be the luckiest guy in the world, my world. 

The world I live in has me in reasonably good health.  I suffer the pains of aging as I assume most my age do.  Do the pains stop me?  No.  I do what I have to do, though I may do it a little more slowly then I once did.  I recognize my limitations, but still relish in the opportunities that lay ahead, and I do not dwell in the past.

I ain’t quite as pretty as I once was.  Time hasn’t been exactly kind to this old boy.  My hairline continues to move further to the rear of my cranium with each passing year, a distance that is nearly comparable to the number of inches my gluteus maximus has sagged. My former six pack has now assumed the look of a keg, a full one.  I see more and more lines in my face and my hound dog jowls grow more prominent every year.  New age spots on my skin appear every day as it seemingly grows more semitransparent as time goes by.  I awake these days with a perfect image of my dad staring back at me as I gaze into the mirror.  It all reminds me life is a journey, not a destination, one I have enjoyed even as I look forward to the next turn in the road.

There are 68 birthdays in my past - sixty-eight good ones.  I don’t really remember anything special about many of them, though I know I had them.  After age 30 they all seem to run together.  I know as the years have passed the time between my birthdays seems to have grown shorter as the years seem to pass more quickly.  I suppose this is the way it is meant to feel.  As my mother often said, “This is God’s plan.”  I wish God had planned mine to go a tad slower.

I have said it before and will probably repeat time and again; if I could go back and begin my life over again, I would re-live each and every day exactly the same – the good, the bad, the ugly.  I love life and I love living mine. 

So, 69, know that I am up for you.  Bring on the next 365, and please fill them with adventure and intrigue.  I would appreciate if they didn’t pass by quite as quickly as the past 365, but if they do I will work hard to enjoy it and do my utmost to live each and every one as The Best Day Ever.

And that is all I have to say about that.