Saturday, February 19, 2011
I Think I'm Forty-Something
I say think because, really, I could just as well be thirty-something, thirty and eleven, or twenty-something, twenty and twenty-one. I mean technically I could, couldn't I? I'm not diggin forty-something at all. Forty-something means that I might be half way done--if you get my meaning. It's also the number of calories I can now consume in a day without exploding. It's the number of minutes I spend cleaning each day, up sharply from thirteen just a year ago, and, I'm sure, a sign of impending senility. It's how fast I sometimes find myself driving, both on the highway and through school zones. It's roughly what I spend each month on herbal remedies for the diseases I only think I have and let's not go into how close it comes to the number of times I must call myself each month to find my cell phone. Of course, forty-something isn't all bad. Sure I've had to give up the pretense that my gray is just "highlights", but I can remember when Jon Bon Jovi was young, when MTV played music videos and when Johnny Depp was on 21 Jump Street.