After 50 Kindly Disappear

dead after 50After turning 50 or so I think the rest of the people on the planet expect us to just drop off or disappear at the least.

I laughed in a sick way when filling out this survey. I feel like an expired library book. I’m just months away from the next and final designation/ destination.

Do they really think there are so few people online (or capable of using a keyboard) once you get to be 50? Are we just too far gone to matter then? Are all our ideas and opinions too diluted by our …  umm…  Alzheimers?

Only Other People Turn 50

th50I know how to count, 45… 50. I’ve been counting 50 for a few years. 50 is coming… 50 is coming… warning… 50 is closer than you think. But, in spite of that, when I see something for people who are turning 50 or 50 plus, I don’t think it’s about me. Only other people turn 50, not me.

I remember my Dad’s 50th birthday party. We gave him a home party with a bowl full of colourful Jello to smush his feet into. Dad was the grumpy sort, it really didn’t have much to do with being 50, he was mostly that way. But, I remember making all that Jello with my Mom. I remember my Mom had read about the idea somewhere, as a great way to relieve stress or tension. He finally did put his feet in the Jello, and he liked it. I don’t want Jello for my 50th birthday. I may be going crazy but I haven’t been grumpy about it.

There is the other part of turning 50… the birthday. You know people aren’t so likely to forget or ignore it. I don’t think I’d like it if they did. Quite… exactly… Other than not wanting Jello; I don’t know what I do want. Nothing… and yet, something. So am leaving that to procrastinate on later. I have until December after all.

Turning 50 has been on my mind since I turned 46, if not before. If you haven’t become a grown up, done the things you wanted to do, by the time you are 50… you only have another 10 years until you are old. I feel like I’m hanging onto a shelf, my legs dangling below me reaching for a ledge I can’t see or touch with my toes. I can let go of the ledge and trust I will land on another ledge below or I can let go of the ledge and fall a very long, long way. I tend to get that sick feeling of not having faith in the ledge below me when I think about turning 50.

Anyway, I thought I could write something about it. Likely someone else is turning 50, somewhere on the planet. Good luck and happy birthday when the time comes.

Prompt for December 2 | Project Reverb

Shine: What was the best moment of 2013?

via Prompt for December 2 | Project Reverb.

The best thing which came along in 2013 was my new nephew, Gavin. Congratulations to my sister, Grace and her husband, Gareth. As a moment, I was really happy the first time I held that new baby boy.

The planet certainly has more human population than it can handle, but one new baby boy is still one new baby boy. A new person starting life in this world.

Standards Were Different Then…

Now, actors are all expected to have the look of body builders with well developed muscles and washboard stomachs. It wasn’t always that way. This is Errol Flynn looking good but dated by today’s standards of expected male beauty.

LA Times: Errol Flynn
Shrine of Dreams: Errol Flynn’s Last Adventure
Planet Video: In Like Flynn
Flickr: Errol Flynn
The Errol Flynn Blog
Wikipedia: Errol Flynn

No Complaints

Today is a good day for going back to bed. Or, working in my pajamas all day, ignoring the phone and the door. It’s the kind of breezy day that makes you feel you alone survived the terrible crushing attack that killed off the rest of the planet. You survived… and now you can go back to bed cause there isn’t anything really urgent and pressing any more. No one will complain about you being late, ever again.