My daughter wants to know if I feel old because she says I am closer to 50 than I am to 30. I laugh and tell her that I won’t be middle aged when I am 50 and that I’ll still be faster and stronger than everyone.
Her older brother tells me that he believes I will be stronger but doesn’t see faster because you don’t have the same kind of speed at 50 that you do when you are younger.
I don’t tell him he is right even though I know that. I just tackle him and we start wrestling. My boy is getting to be so damn big. He is 8o some pounds of muscle and the day is coming when he is going to be too much for me to deal with. It is going to be a long way off, but I know this to be true.
I celebrate and dread that day. Maybe it is because I am 240 pounds of 5 year old or maybe it is because I have been doing a boatload of push ups. I am getting stronger every day and I celebrate that too.
Maybe I am not 19, my jeans can attest to that but I can still throw the weights around pretty good and the muscle remembers.
One of the cars decided to mutiny today. The #%^&^#%t car must know when I have paid all the bills and in between checks. It was a bad timeÂ for this to happen but that is how it goes.
I keep looking at finances, wondering how the hell I am going to pay for a Bar Mitzvah, but I’ll find a way. I always do. I may not have any hair left but damn I will find a way.
I need to update the story I am working on over here. I have a bunch of ideas but not enough time to work on it.
Time is my best friend and my worst enemy. I feel like I am the kid I was in college but I don’t see that endless highway I used to see any more. Sometimes I am ok with that and sometimes I hate it.
I would write more but my five minutes is up. Besides I am going to come back later and write at least three more posts on my blogs. This is what I am supposed to be doing with my life. I am a writer and these posts are just like the warm up I do before I start lifting.