50

Thanks for the birthday wishes from various, sundry, et al. I'm 50 years old today, and it really does feel like a milestone. No, not a millstone, a milestone! I've said too many times before that my 40s were very good to me. I don't see any reason why the 50s won't be just as good, even as muscle mass, such as it ever was, continues a slow but steady disappearing act.

Living for 50 years is at least somewhat clarifying. There are things I'm clearly not going to achieve barring strange midlife eruptions of hitherto hidden characteristics. Yet life as she has been written ain't so bad. Who knew in angst-filled adolescence that a happy epitaph might be, "He Couldn't Complain"?

The big party is next weekend in Oregon, where we'll celebrate my dad's 80th and my nephew's 20th along with my 50th. carl and Scott came over last night and we drank great loads of great beer. (Many thanks to Scott for gifts of glassware, and to the boys at Bottleworks for the gift of a bottle of Deviation, Bottleworks' ninth anniversary special brew. Now I can stop kicking myself for not buying a second bottle when it was (briefly) on the shelves.) Might pop into the Elysian later today to see what's on tap.


The party begins in Goshen, Indiana in 1960.