Today is my 64th birthday.
First thought. WHAT????
Second thought, I first heard the Beatles’ “When I’m 64,” 47 years ago. I was 17. Paul McCartney was 16 when he wrote it.
Third thought, WHAT????
But seriously, folks, as Henny Youngman would say, 64 is far better than the alternative. Reaching this age (and I know I’m going to hear 64 is the new 44 a few times today, but not as often as the Beatles’ song will be sung to me) is great.
I’m married to a wonderful woman. My kids are doing well and I’m going to see them more often now that I’m retired (not to mention my grandkids. Wait! Grandkids??? At least that development I’ve had time to adapt to since my oldest grandsons are 19.) I’m retired which means that on nice days I can play golf whenever I want. Although, I did play today and quit after three holes, having already lost six balls. Wait, fourth thought. I didn’t finish the third hole, and walked off! But I did email a local pro for a lesson. SOON). I also will get to see my mom, brother and sister more often, which is wonderful, and, I hope to reconnect with old friends I grew away from because, unfortunately, of distance, which was not a good reason.
What else does 64 mean? Well, I’ve had a good career with one good job coming along after another and the opportunity to work with some of the smartest people around. And none of them, to my knowledge, figured out I really didn’t know what I was doing. Although, I wonder if they were thinking the same thing.
So, last thought, I’m quite grateful for the life I’ve had to this point and to all the various people, good and bad, who have crossed my path because I learned from them all. And, my health is good, knock wood (if anyone can find wood anymore).
Now, John, George, Paul, and Ringo, please….encore!
First thought. WHAT????
Second thought, I first heard the Beatles’ “When I’m 64,” 47 years ago. I was 17. Paul McCartney was 16 when he wrote it.
Third thought, WHAT????
But seriously, folks, as Henny Youngman would say, 64 is far better than the alternative. Reaching this age (and I know I’m going to hear 64 is the new 44 a few times today, but not as often as the Beatles’ song will be sung to me) is great.
I’m married to a wonderful woman. My kids are doing well and I’m going to see them more often now that I’m retired (not to mention my grandkids. Wait! Grandkids??? At least that development I’ve had time to adapt to since my oldest grandsons are 19.) I’m retired which means that on nice days I can play golf whenever I want. Although, I did play today and quit after three holes, having already lost six balls. Wait, fourth thought. I didn’t finish the third hole, and walked off! But I did email a local pro for a lesson. SOON). I also will get to see my mom, brother and sister more often, which is wonderful, and, I hope to reconnect with old friends I grew away from because, unfortunately, of distance, which was not a good reason.
What else does 64 mean? Well, I’ve had a good career with one good job coming along after another and the opportunity to work with some of the smartest people around. And none of them, to my knowledge, figured out I really didn’t know what I was doing. Although, I wonder if they were thinking the same thing.
So, last thought, I’m quite grateful for the life I’ve had to this point and to all the various people, good and bad, who have crossed my path because I learned from them all. And, my health is good, knock wood (if anyone can find wood anymore).
Now, John, George, Paul, and Ringo, please….encore!
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