In two and a half years, 896 days to be exact, I shall be 50 years old. The Big 5-0. Half a century, a full time member of the Silver Club. 5 decades... And in some cases I shall be eligible for a senior citizen discount. Woo Hoo! Bring it on!
When I was younger I used to fantasize about what I would be or do when I grew up. I wanted to be a photographer (I am), I wanted to live in Colorado (I do), I wanted to play the guitar (I can, sort of), I wanted to write children's stories (well, I blog about my children so that kind of counts), and I wanted to have lots of animals (have had hamsters, hedgehog, dogs, cats, pet spiders... really! Now there's just a crayfish, a homicidal gold fish and some anonymous fish who is in a witness protection tank in another room.
I think that it is safe to say that I have achieved all of my major childhood goals. Yay me! Now it is time to set some adulthood goals.
I want to learn how to read music. I want to learn to play the mandolin. I want to drift between the moon and earth in a hot air balloon. I want to visit Alaska. And I want to retire in a small mountain cottage where I can watch the sun rise and set from my front and back porch, far away from the crowd of the city but close enough for the Oompas and Grand Oompas to visit when ever they want.
Dickidoo is flying out to California in a couple of weeks to celebrate his Great Aunt's 90th birthday. 90 years old and that woman is a sharp as a tack! That's how I want to be at 90, still raising cane. I almost feel sorry for Dickidoo if we both make it that far.
Well, heck, that's only 15,504 days away! Woo Hoo! 90 here I come!