Ruminations on 38...
It's late now...and I'm feeling like I should either hit the sack - or watch a movie. If I watch a movie, I'll wake up at 2am to the repeating DVD menu soundtrack, awkwardly listing on the couch, a few pillows propping me up - with my cat's ass firmly nested on my head.
This is the sublime birthday present of pre-middleagedness.
I don't feel old...at least most of the time. In my 38 years, I've come to accept certain things. Gravity, for one, will always get you down. I could say that that I feel more centered, more balanced...and that might make it easier to stomach, but in the end, I fear gravity is the enemy. I sense this most keenly when I see Greer leap from the top rung of the playground play structure. My knees wince knowingly. Thankfully, the boy is made of rubber and Kevlar...at least for now.
My memory seems to be going as well. When I was younger, I used to try and remember everything I had done during the day while I was lying in bed....using my mind's eye to backtrack and trace the significance the day. Now...I am pretty much happy to flush it all and start fresh in the morning. Not to say that one day is the same as the next, but after a few days in the office cube, the week does tend to streamline.
Spent my 38th b-day on the job - trying to work through some new responsibilities. Should have been doing something less job-like.
I had plans to head south to Los Angeles this weekend to attend a the premiere of a documentary I had a hand in, but the fates conspired against me...and so, I'll be staying home instead. Probably for the best....save some money.....although you'd have a hard time convincing me of it - at least until this weekend is over. The documentary I speak of is about the legacy of JAWS - one of my all-time favorite films. I contributed some vintage news footage that snagged me a film archivist credit - therefore cementing me deep in the background of something greater. At least in my mind....
Ah well...
One bright spot for the birthday boy. After taking Greer to aikido practice, I came home to a yummy dinner and presents. My very own pair of blueberry bushes and an outdoor firepit for use during the summer. Oh yeah...and a pair of bearfoot slippers are on the way as well.
Such are the tender trappings of 38 years.
This is the sublime birthday present of pre-middleagedness.
I don't feel old...at least most of the time. In my 38 years, I've come to accept certain things. Gravity, for one, will always get you down. I could say that that I feel more centered, more balanced...and that might make it easier to stomach, but in the end, I fear gravity is the enemy. I sense this most keenly when I see Greer leap from the top rung of the playground play structure. My knees wince knowingly. Thankfully, the boy is made of rubber and Kevlar...at least for now.
My memory seems to be going as well. When I was younger, I used to try and remember everything I had done during the day while I was lying in bed....using my mind's eye to backtrack and trace the significance the day. Now...I am pretty much happy to flush it all and start fresh in the morning. Not to say that one day is the same as the next, but after a few days in the office cube, the week does tend to streamline.
Spent my 38th b-day on the job - trying to work through some new responsibilities. Should have been doing something less job-like.
I had plans to head south to Los Angeles this weekend to attend a the premiere of a documentary I had a hand in, but the fates conspired against me...and so, I'll be staying home instead. Probably for the best....save some money.....although you'd have a hard time convincing me of it - at least until this weekend is over. The documentary I speak of is about the legacy of JAWS - one of my all-time favorite films. I contributed some vintage news footage that snagged me a film archivist credit - therefore cementing me deep in the background of something greater. At least in my mind....
Ah well...
One bright spot for the birthday boy. After taking Greer to aikido practice, I came home to a yummy dinner and presents. My very own pair of blueberry bushes and an outdoor firepit for use during the summer. Oh yeah...and a pair of bearfoot slippers are on the way as well.
Such are the tender trappings of 38 years.
1 Comments:
38 ain't so bad. but once you get used to it, it turns to 39, and well, those numbers just don't go down, do they? happy pre middle age gregor.
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