Oie! The Big six -Ohhhhhhhh!Yup, I turned the big six-oh last Friday!
My friend Cathy says I should just shut up and stop telling people.
Nobody cares.
Nobody knows.
That’s the truth.
The majority of my Birthday Cards included “hand-written” notes inside- along with the Hallmark-style greetings already printed on the card, which said- “Gee, you look more like 40 that 60! No really!”
I am very happy to hear such hearty wishes. Of course everyone knows- at least those of us that are turning 60, that 60 is the new 40.
What the Hell is 70 then?
By the time I get there maybe 70 will be the new forty. I would like everyone to start that rumour going now and maybe by the time this 60’s decade ends it will stick. I could hear ten years down the road-
“Don’t worry Rob. 70 is the new 40!”
I can only hope.
What’s the best thing about turning 60?
Knowing that I didn’t pass on in my fifties, I suppose.
I remember in my 20’s I wondered from time to time when my days on earth would be through. Since 50 something seemed light years away when you’re 22 or 23 I am sure I wondered if I’d still be around when I was in my late 50’s.
Well, I made it through. I just can’t remember most of it.
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| That's Me on the left when I was 17. A friend Rick on the right. |
Right now, I have a good chance of being around to celebrate that magic 70 number and possibly beyond.
I have no major medical problems.
I can still bike, rollerblade and run- if I need to.
I don’t run that often these days, especially in the summer months when I usually wear “flip-flops” on my feet. It’s not a pretty sight seeing a man running through the parking lot at Wal*Mart with thongs flapping and snapping against his bare heels. It doesn’t matter how you run, you always look like a girl.
That doesn’t both me- really, but people point, stare and snicker anyway.
Let ‘em.
I am secure in my masculinity.
I like wearing thongs too- especially when my feet are all tanned and athletic-looking.
Whatever it takes to be noticed. After all, it is all about me.
If that turns you off, go write your own blog!
No! No!
Wait!
Don’t leave just yet!
So, I didn’t “pass on” in my 50’s and here I am with this new “frame of mind”. That’s what turning 60 has done to me so far. It’s only been a few days I know but I have made up my mind to appreciate things more.
Marvel more at the world around me.
Especially, handsome, well-built men.
~ahem~
Wait!
That’s nothing new.
I’ve always done that!
I plan to continue living by my New Year’s Resolution. That was- and is, to “keep my mouth shut!”
It’s worked well for me so far this year.
Yes, I have fallen off the “hay wagon” once or twice but not to the same degree I once would have.
Then, a day or so ago- right after my Birthday, I received a “special” e-mail.
It was so special, I was at once offended and saddened. I haven’t quite decided how to respond- if a response is even required or necessary.
It was so special, I was at once offended and saddened. I haven’t quite decided how to respond- if a response is even required or necessary.
I refer you to the paragraph above and my New Year’s Resolution.
I am still thinking what I might say and how I might say it.
I did ask a few friends to read what I had been sent and have since received their responses. They too are offended- outraged in a couple of cases. I am trying to decide whether I should print a portion of the e-mail I received- especially one vitriolic response or just write a reply myself. So far, most of what I want to say is all in my head. It hasn’t been written down. I wonder if it’s even worth my time to put it all down on paper.
A friend tells me to “grow some!”
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| "Grow Some what?...Oh! Them? Philip has them. Well, one at least. The other fell of in 1966-Hem, Hem, Hem!" |
I am thinking about it.
I’ll let you know. In the meantime I am "easing" into this new frontier of this journey
called “life”.
I’ll let you know how it goes!
