I turned sixty-two today.
Why couldn’t I have had this brain in my younger body? Not that I’m all that smart — I was just a lot dumber back then.
I would have eaten much better—beer, pizza and Hostess Ho Hos probably didn’t contain enough nutrients to sustain a healthy and vibrant physique.
I would have exercised more than I did…All right, way more than I did…OK, I didn’t exercise!
I would have read books, learned to play the saxophone and tried out for the school play.
But I didn’t, and now here I am trying to make up for lost time. Not that I really want to live a long time, at least not the way the world is today. Give me back 1959 and I’d consider staying. No, I really just want to feel good, think clearly, stay mobile and continue to share life with the love of my life.
You know…we’ve been married for over forty-two years. As I recall, I asked her to marry me. I guess I wasn’t that stupid after all! This calls for a beer and a hunk of cake!
Happy Birthday to ME!