. . . so many things. Turning 59 last month was a pre-trauma for me. The next birthday sounds old. I realize 60 is not terrifically old, and I have about 24 years ahead of me, statistically.
|Therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. – John Donne. But not yet!|
So I focus on the positive. Here are a few of the things I can still revel in:
- Rock concerts, and current music. I rock out and listen to one current artist’s album per week (easy via YouTube). “Our” music (The Who, Led, Creedence) is still the best, but these youngsters are pretty good too.
- Travel. When we’re in NYC, I’m a teenager. Well, a 40-something at most.
- Politics, science, and current affairs. I like to be able to talk to most anyone, about something relevant to the world at large. And not talk like, “These young kids are taking our country to hell in a hay basket.”
- Manicures and pedicures, strange ones if I like.
|A caviar manicure if we want one. Source|
- Sex. Not Dead Yet.
- Wine, and delicious cocktails, from the finest restaurants and sketchiest dive bars.
And a few I no longer have to cope with:
- Pointy-haired bosses.
- Skin breakouts.
- Being in or out of the in-crowd.
- Watching my bank account approach zero, a week before payday.
|I was broke, but now I’m not, usually.|
Most of you are younger than I, but what do you intend to enjoy for the next 50 years?
Have the very best day, and stay fabulous,