10 Hours to Go

It’s 2:00. I started lunch a little late today because I had a couple of meetings and my company officially announced the new post-Covid telecommuting policy. So I’m writing my lunch post at 2:00pm instead of 1:00pm.

Harry found his keys! WOOHOO!! They were in his backpack all along. Sweet. We still have to get him a spare, but for now all is well. We can get a spare at our leisure.

I haven’t played guitar in two weeks. The facebook mind reading last night had me inspired for some searching of the Google for some absurdly expensive vintage Les Pauls and now I just want to play and play and play. I made it worse by reading an article about the new Gibson Murphy Lab were Tom Murphy brings his aging process to Gibson Custom Shop guitars and, while I really don’t love the idea of artificially aged guitars, they look awesome. Maybe I’ll get some playing tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow. It’s now 2:15pm which means I only have nine hours and 45 minutes left in my 40’s. Shit. When I turned 40, Jen got a bunch of my family and friends together and we all went out to a fancy restaurant and had a great night. My 30th birthday was a shit show. I started freaking out about turning 30 on my 28th birthday. The idea of only having one more 20-something birthday left really screwed me up. I spent my 30th birthday… at Larry’s, I think. Pretty sure it was Larry’s old place on Chandler street. I think I was nursing a little heartache over some forgotten woman that I was much better off without. 30 was a bad time for me, but without it I wouldn’t have been where I needed to be for 36. My 36th birthday came about a month after I started dating Jen. They’ve all been pretty good since then. I have Jen and Harry and Bellana to thank for that. 50 will be fine too. It’s just that existential dread that comes from knowing, as Captain Picard once said, that there are fewer days ahead than behind. Harry has teasingly dropped the words “half a century” a few times. I’m fine with the reality of that, but the idea is pretty disturbing. Back in my late teens I convinced myself that I wouldn’t live to see 40. I don’t know why. Suck it, teenage self, how do you like me now?

It’s 2:30 now. 9.5 hours left in my 40’s. Oh well, what can you do, right?

You know You’re Old When

You know you’re old when your beloved spouse asks if it can be bedtime and you look at your watch and see 8:35 and you still say sure. Then your beloved tells you to check your watch again and you realize it’s not 8:35, it’s 7:35, and you are still 100% okay with calling it bedtime.

50

Today is the day.

Today is the day when the first of my friends from my high school class (Tewksbury High, class of 1989) celebrates his 50th birthday.

Mike the bass player is 50 years old.

Damn, brother. We are OLD!

Happy 50th birthday, Mike.

First Day of School

Just yesterday I met my wife’s kids for the first time.  There was a six year old who had just started first grade, and a four year old pre-schooler.  Somehow, just hours later, we have two middle school kids starting eighth and sixth grade respectively.  One of them is even a teenager!

Where the hell did the time go?

Wish my wonderful, brilliant, amazing step kids a happy first day of school.  Only 179 school days left until summer vacation!

Bikes

I’m working from home today and the kids are here with me.  It’s the first time all of the schedules have worked out this way and wouldn’t you know it, it’s the last Thursday of their summer vacation.

They spent most of the day doing what most kids prefer doing during summer vacation:  They sat on the couch watching Disney Channel On-Demand.  They may have snuck in a Disney movie on Netflix too.  Not sure about that.

Anyway, round about 3:30 (half an hour ago) they decided to go for a bike ride.  Excellent.  They both have two year old brand new bikes that if they have been used more than twice (hence my calling them two years old AND brand new) I’ll eat my hat.  I told them to check for flat tires, knowing full well that there would be four of them, and that there is a bike pump out there with their helmets.  Twenty minutes later they come in and tell me that they can’t figure out the pump. 

The pump is as simple as a bike pump can be.  Put the nozzle on, clamp it down, pump, take the nozzle off.  They couldn’t figure it out.  I think they may have been trying to put the nozzle over the air tube’s cap.  I demonstrated and came back inside.  10 minutes later I get called out again.  They still can’t figure it out.  When they take the pump off of one of the tires it goes flat again.  I did it for them, and I think there was a leak in there somewhere, but it was really just a matter of pulling the two pieces apart quickly and putting the cap on. 

My first thought through all of this was, these are the two smartest kids I’ve ever met (and I grew up with a lot of really, really smart kids) and they can’t figure this out?  Has Disney Channel melted their brains?

No, that can’t be it.  Next I started trying to think of how I learned to use a bike pump.  Someone must have demo’d it to me at some point.  But who?  And when?  And how?

There are two morals to this story.  One is to stop being an asshole and taking for granted that the kids know everything.  They know a ton of stuff about a ton of stuff, but they don’t know everything, and just because you were bike riding 10 hours a day when you were eight years old doesn’t mean that two genius level kids who barely ever ride bikes will know what you knew.

The second moral is… You’re getting old and forgetting stuff.  Stop doing that!

Forty-Three

Birthdays suck.

Let me rephrase that… once you reach a certain age, let’s say 28 or so, birthdays stop being fun things to look forward to. Birthdays start to suck.

Yesterday was my 43rd birthday. For the most part yesterday sucked. All day at work, every time I looked at my desk I saw my little Bruins calendar with the date May 8 staring up at me. When I looked at my phone the big 8 on the calendar app mocked me. Man, I was depressed. Birthdays suck.

After work, I picked my step daughter up at softball while my beloved wife picked up my step son at karate. Once we were all home for the night they brought out a birthday cake and the each gave me a birthday card. Okay… birthday’s don’t always suck. Maybe they suck in general, but when the people you love are showing that they love you back it stops sucking for a while.

I also got phone calls from my sister and brother. I was dealing with heavy traffic and trying to find a softball field I’d never been to before so I didn’t notice the phone ringing. Sorry about that. I had two voicemails. One was my nephew and niece singing happy birthday. They wished me a happy birthday, and they hoped I had a lot of cake. I did! The other was my two nephews singing happy birthday. They wanted to know if we went out for a birthday dinner. We did not, but maybe the Missus and I can sneak one in over the weekend? They also wanted to know if I had any balloons. Again, I did not, but if I did it would have made my birthday even better!

Thanks to everyone for making my suck of a birthday less sucky.

Old Person

I made it to midnight last night! In fact I made it to about 1:20am! Woohoo, look at the old guy livin’ it up!

When I woke up this morning I looked up at the clock… 9:41. Hehehe, not quite like the 20-something Robbie, he would have slept past noon, but still like a boss, babie.

Happy New Year.

Pissed Off About Time Passing

I just had to open a file for work.  The name of the file needed to be the date that next week ends in yyyymmdd format.  In other words, 20130104.

2013.  Can you believe that next week is 2013?  I sure has hell can’t.

I met my wife in 2007 which is proof of that statement, “Time flies when you’re having fun” because it feels like our lives together have really just begun.  How can we be entering our sixth calendar year together?  That’s crazy!

I started my current job in 2004 with the belief that I would be out doing something else in two years.   Now it’s 2013 and I’m still here.

After Star Wars became a huge hit in 1977, George Lucas announced that he would be making nine Star Wars films in all and that each would take three years to make.  That would put the release date for episode nine in 2001.  My dad joked that I’d be 30 years old and that I would have to take him to the movies instead of the other way around.  2001 was 11 years ago.

I graduated high school in 1989.  The turn of the century felt like some far off distant land.  Now we’re in the third year of the second decade of the new century.  That’s insane!  I should also mention that my 21st birthday turns 21 in 2013.  Think about that.

The Red Sox ended all of that curse of the bambino bullshit in 2004… Nine years ago.

Carl Yastrzemski played his final game in 1983… 30 years ago.  (oh and by the way, Yaz is now 73 years old)

Here’s the worst one, by far…

I still remember being all jazzed up about the start of the 1980’s.  The 70’s are over, man.  It’s time for the 80’s!  Bring on the flying cars and moon bases!  WOOHOO!  I was nine on January 1, 1980.  It seemed like such a massively humongous event.  Now, suddenly, 1980 has morphed into 2013.  Urgh!

What the hell happened???