Wow! 47? Where did the time go? Maybe I should start building my retirement fund soon.
I thought about forgoing a birthday post today, but then I do them for my wife and kid, and I’ve done them for myself for the last five years. So how did I tick off another mile marker in the marathon of life?
I spent the weekend writing, generally avoiding overwrought phrases like “tick off another mile marker in the marathon of life.”
So am I older, wiser? Shorter of breath and one day closer to death? Will AJ need to start pricing nursing homes in a few years?
Well, let’s take a look.
- When I was a teenager, I used to air guitar on the mistaken fantasy that I would learn the actual instrument and become a rock god. At 47, I still air guitar if the right song comes on. Thank you, Dave Grohl and Shirley Manson. Thank you.
- In my mid-twenties, finally in a more urban setting than Cleveland’s suburban Medina County, I got to indulge my childhood obsession with Star Trek by engaging in cosplay for a couple of years. At 47, I try to catch matinees of the new Star Trek films because I’m there to see a movie, not join the Romulan Star Empire.
- In my late teens and early twenties, I absolutely worshiped Deep Purple, despite the fact that I thought Ritchie Blackmore was the second biggest asshole in rock (the first being Axl Rose.) At 47, my musical tastes run more towards grunge bands from the 1990’s, anything obscure that Daryl Hall digs up for his show, and the odd Sunday morning listening to classical.
- Not understanding the financial aid system or that it wasn’t all that far to my chosen campus at 18, I did not become a college dropout until I was 30 and did not have a degree until 15 years after that. At 47, I’m two years from a business degree I probably should have had when I was 22.
- When I was a kid, I was the scifi nerd at school. At 47, I’m planning my first scifi novel.
- At 24, I lusted after nerdy girls, but liked hanging out with the hair metal chicks. At 47, I’m married a hair metal chick.
- In 1991, I moved to Cincinnati to marry the love of my life. At 47, I’ve been married to her for five years.
2011 was a strange year at Chataeu Nita, though a damn site better than 2010. So what happened in the world of winter?
January – My first experience in years with actual unemployment. After leaving BigHugeCo the previous year, I had a nice big severance check and a willingness to do contract work that kept me funded and employed through the end of the year. Then I had to file for unemployment on Ohio’s antiquated web site. So how did I handle it? I DVR’d a lot of James Bond movies
February – Back to work and with a former manager from BigHugeCo at a small company I’ve since dubbed MediShack. (We do medical billing.) After working for a Fortune 500 company for 11 years, going to a small family-owned company was a breath of fresh air.
March – I finally got to see all those James Bond movies again. Plus Quantum of Solace.
April – I begin my capstone project to complete the degree I should have finished in 1997. Also, “A Walk in the Rain” arrives in online bookstores. And stays there.
May – I turned 45.
June – Yea! I’m halfway there to graduating college!
July – Um… Remember when I said I’d graduate? Yeah… That’s going to have to wait a year.
August –Road Rules debuts as a paid ebook
September – For the first time in three years, I am out of college.
October – AJ completes his final season in marching band. It’s all about college from here out. Why not? Both his parents are in college.
November – Speaking of which, I return to college.
December – Northcoast Shakedown returns as an ebook. I also spend my fourth Christmas with AJ and Nita. Looking forward to many more.
Forty-four years ago yesterday, my mother began a 36-hour process that she had never experienced before: Squeezing out a baby ass-backward. Literally ass-backward.
That’s right. I began life foreshadowing Bart Simpson, mooning the world.
And so tonight, Nita, AJ, and our guest from Germany will adjourn to City Barbecue for our family tradition: It’s your birthday, so we eat wherever you want.
It’s probably a cliche at this point, but lately it occurs to me what a long strange trip it’s been.
I’m definitely older, hopefully wiser. Didn’t die before I got old, but the day is young.