Quote of the Day “Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.” –Groucho Marx
TB dreads the inevitable. As a kid, my times of greatest stress were sitting in a classroom on poetry recital day and waiting for my name to get called. I was fine once I stood up. I hate the days before a dental or doctor appointment, but find that I get through them just fine once I’m in the office. And I hate the days before a birthday. I’m always, so far, happy with the age I currently am but I don’t want to advance. I start thinking about all the things I should’ve known earlier in life and the time wasted in ignorance. I recalculate the statistical probability of years until death.
At 38 there are several things with which one must come to grips. Your contemporaries in professional sports are retiring because they are too old to be effective any more. If you’re not already there or at least on the fast track, you’re probably not going to be either rich or famous. You’re getting real close to annual checkups including such procedures as blood tests, blood pressure readings, and anal probes, or so I’ve heard. All these things and more make the approach of another birthday as unwelcome as TB at a country club.
Then the day arrives and I must grudgingly admit, I like it just fine. I get gifts these days, which is a lot of fun, but still hard to get used to after 20 years of relying only on the yearly check from Mom. I have nieces call and sing to me. I eat cake, or this year, air delivery frozen chocolate covered key lime pies on a stick! And I block out all those worries and realizations from earlier in the week. I can deal with those next year, just before I turn 39. Might as well, because 39 for TB is gonna be worse than 40–that anticipation thing again. So I’m enjoying today. I just don’t want to go any further. But as I always say, getting older sure beats the alternative.