While eating a gourmet birthday breakfast this morning at Mickey D's, I happened to look at my watch at precisely 10:10 and realized that a full sixty years have gone by since I took a ride down the most important slide in my life. If you don't get what I mean by that, see my last post or use your imagination. (A working knowledge of the human birthing process is a plus.) While we're on the subject, here's what I look like when I write in my blog. For your unformation, this isn't my house. I'm at the library. That's an old-fashioned filament-burning light bulb above my head. I must have had an idea or something...
Me writing a blog post on my 60th birthday.
Speaking of my last post, I mentioned in it that I never really do much to celebrate my birthday. Today was no exception. I had given thought to visiting good old Six Flags Magic Mountain to squeeze in some coaster rides, but upon waking up and presenting the idea to my body, it responded with, "You'd better not if you know what's good for you." I normally try to listen to my body, even if it tells me something that I don't really want to hear. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't make the trip out there. As it turned out, I was good for a little putting around town and that's about it. Though, as I mentioned above, I did make it out to breakfast.
There's no story, no rhyme, and no reason to this post. Some people who write probably know what I'm talking about here. Now and then you get an urge to put something down on paper, be it the regular made-from-trees kind or that newfangled electronical kind. Ideas fill your head and spill out, and they need something to catch them. What better thing than some form of paper?
2019 is just over halfway done and I've noticed that I haven't written anywhere near as much as I'd hoped by this point in the year. That's what happens when your body is trying to figure itself out. Fortunately, there's time to change that as well as come up with a bodacious post to mark the tenth anniversary of this crazy, cuckoopants planet of mine. Look for that about Octoberish or thereaboutst.
Of note, I noticed that my last post got an unusually high number of "Likes" on Facebook. Normally, about one or two people read my posts and less than half of those who do actually click the "Like" button. But apparently writing about turning 60 years old either hit a few nerves or those who liked the post were able to relate to what I wrote. I don't know the reasons because no one made any comments. I don't write to get "Likes" on Facebook. This blog is about my life, my feelings, my appetite, and so on. You either read and enjoy it, or you read it and roll your eyes and piss and complain about why someone would do this to the world. And then eagerly await the next post so they can complain some more. I guess some people aren't happy unless they're complaining.
Well, tomorrow's another day. When your age begins with a six, you need to start taking things day by day because going any faster than that just might throw the space/time continuum out of kilter. Or your back. Take your pick.
