Friends

I had a couple of “younger” friends tell me they were excited about turning 50 since they’ve watched me have so much fun. That made me happy to hear.

This week I went to all my doctors in one swell foop, just to get all those tests over with.  I’m not a procrastinator so I made all the appointments on the same day.  By 10am I got an A+ on my teeth (still fooling the hygienist on how much I (don’t) floss), by 1pm my eyes passed muster, and by 4pm my physical exam was complete with flying colors.  Except one thing.  Now I just have the colonoscopy left.  We’ll see how excited those “younger” friends are after I share that experience.  I’m more worried about the milkshake I have to drink the night before, than I am the exam itself.

Today is my 50.11 birthday!

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I’m 50.011 today.

I’ve started a blog.  Here it is.  I never figured I’d be any good at blogging, and I still don’t.  But I did figure it might be fun to document my 50th year.  And to talk about aging.  Image

I love getting older.  Since I was 8 years old, I’ve wanted to be 70. Now, here I am at what some might call middle-aged, and what I definitely consider the middle.  I plan on living to be 100.  That’s all there is to it.  I may be wrong, and the proverbial bus could leave grease marks on my torso tomorrow, but I still have my calendar marked up through 2064.

I do know that getting older isn’t all cartwheels.  In fact, I’m pretty aware that cartwheels are out of the question.  But then, I was never very good at cartwheels, even in 4th grade.  And that brings me to all the things we no longer have to care about.  Let’s talk about those in this blog.

I don’t want to blather on each day, but each day I put down a thought or two.  I’m making a commitment to write a daily paragraph (or three) on the ups (and downs) of the first year (at least) of  the other side of My Hill.  This is the downward slope of being Over the Hill, after all, and as an avid hiker, downhill can be a respite from the climb, but other times a steep balancing act.

Let’s see how long I can keep this going.  I’m 50 4/365ths.  Everything is possible. Pretty much.

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