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50 Until 50

As the clock struck midnight, today marks the countdown of 50 days until my 50th birthday. While I am hardly concerned with my increasing age in terms of milestones, I do realize it's considered a big one. The current state of the universe may cancel any chances of people traveling hundreds of miles to honk their horns in my honor, but this world has turned virtual. I am sure I can get some virtual honks, virtual hugs, and virtual shots of the finest spirits. How will I celebrate? I'm not sure. I used to have a joke, which I will not share, because it centers on something I am very serious about. Let's just say, 50 was the goal. Now, with full knowledge of my own grandmother reaching centenarian status, my one wish is that I never come close to another 50. Most people believe I was a curmudgeon at 30, so does the world really need another 50 years of my views and opinions?

So what should I do to assist in this countdown?  I own no old pictures of myself or my family, but one of my mother. Photos have never been my thing, well, I guess until Instagram came along. My 50 favorite movies or songs would have been a possibility, but that would have taken some serious planning. Who knows? Maybe I'll work on that today and have it out by tonight. I've really not thought about anything other than the days. For now, I'll write 50 words on my current state and wishes for my birthday.

I wish, that my dear friends, could gather for a weekend, meet Swag and Helmut, have some drinks, good food, but most of all share in some laughter and relief from whatever burdens them. I hope those people know, despite distance and years between our last meeting, I adore them.

P.S. My real friends didn't count the above passage, because they know who I am. HAHA!




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