Do you remember my last blog entry, Much Ablog About Nothing? Yeah, unfortunately I do, too. As they'd say in Latin, stupidus maximus. At the time, I hadn't written anything in awhile and just wanted to get something down on cyberpaper. And I did get something down; the thing is, I could have put that paper under a birdcage and gotten more or less the same thing.
So why am I Rodney Dangerfielding myself? Because I can. So there you go.
As the title indicates, I am beginning my 52nd year here on the planet---Earth, that is, not Eric's Planet. (My planet just started last year.) In a sense, things are looking up...ish. Work is keeping me busy---it's no coincidence that the police are reporting fewer tagged buildings in this area. And senior citizens aren't being pushed down on the street so much.
If you look hard enough, you might even sneak a glimpse of me...smiling. If you ever see that, take a picture IMMEDIATELY because that's almost as rare a sight at you can get. For whatever reason, I've never been much of a smiler, though a few people say that I smile more with my eyes---whatever that means. With complete honestment (forgot that I make up words, huh?), I'd rather say or do whatever it takes to make others laugh and smile. A few people have said that I am one of the funniest people they've known. To me, that's the best compliment ever.
Now why didn't I write something when I celebrated my 50th birthday last year? Easy---I didn't have a blog back then! However, along with not smiling so much, I also don't celebrate so much either. (Don't I sound like a ball of fun?) I guess I'm just a *YAWN* simple person---with emphasis on the *YAWN* part...
Since I didn't write anything, I will share ever so briefly what I did to kick off my second half century. I went to Disneyland. Met up with some friends, had some laughs, shot a video, and took the fastest Matterhorn ride I've ever had. With eight good-sized people aboard a sled, yeah, that's what'll happen. But I got to spend some "me time" there, too. Sometimes, spending some time alone at Walt's original Magic Kingdom is a good thing---you get to take it all in at your own pace. And there's nothing wrong with that.
Exactly one year later, I got my 52nd year started with a speedy coaster ride or two, only this time it was at Magic Mountain. (Some people add "Six Flags" in front of that; I don't. Besides, this isn't their blog). It may be hard to imagine someone my age climbing aboard these contraptions, but I've always enjoyed it and hope to be able to do so for many years to come. But I'd better get to Japan soon if I intend to ride anything there. Supposedly, if you get to be about 60-ish, they won't let you ride for fear that you'll die during the ride.
All this talk about me celebrating my birthdays has made me wonder what's in store for next year. My plan was to take Diana to Florida for her 21st birthday. While her actual day is in April (Easter Sunday next year, to be exact), I figured I take her sometime in October so she can experience the Epcot International Food & Wine Festival, which is held there each year. I did that back in 2006 with some friends, and managed to enjoy it despite being deathly ill. It's worth doing once in your life. With hopefulment, we can swing it, and I'll be in much better shape then.
