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How a Pirate Feels at 50

I am hitting the big Five-Oh today. I have mixed emotions about it. Can you believe it? Half a century! It sounds so old. I’m not that old! Am I? What should I do? How should I feel? Its just a day? It feels like a day of self-assessment.

It makes me think of all the things I’ve done and gotten accomplished. And all the things I haven’t accomplished. And those things I should have accomplished. If you are younger, take note. I don’t want to sound too grim but…. time is running out! (lol) Well that’s kinda the way I feel.

To add salt to my wounds this week I heard a snippet on NPR (there we go again) about Ford’s pension plan and how they don’t have enough to pay all their employees and they are asking their employees to take a lump sum payout instead taking their annual receipts. And one guy is interviewed and he say’s “I don’t know. It’s a gamble. Do I take it all now or wait until later…..”I MAY NOT LIVE THAT LONG”!

~Thanks NPR.

Deepening the mortality wound a bit deeper this week was my AARP card arriving in the mail 😦  I didn’t ask for this!

 On the way home yesterday I heard this old favorite song and it kinda summed up my somber mood. I hope you don’t mind. I think the song talks about ‘what’s left to do’. It talks about dreams ahead and old pirate days of the past; things I did, things I did and can’t do anymore and things still left to do. It the big Five-Oh. Here it is, with some embellishments…

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You’ve seen it all, you’ve seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of ’em dreams, most of ’em dreams

Yes, I am a Pirate

Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
My The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin’ to plunder
I’m an over-forty fifty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

I’ve done a bit of smugglin‘ snugglin’, I’ve run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin’, got to go fishin’
Down to rock bottom again
With just a few friends, just a you WordPress friends

(figuratively my Forties)

I go went for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran ’em away, they’d come back one day
And still could manage to smile
Just takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I’ve found
My occupational hazard being my occupation’s just not around
I feel like I’ve drowned, but I won’t wear a frown.

My “Weekend At Bernies” pose

Well it appears I need a new set of goals. No more “buying Miami’s”. I need to get a tad more conservative in choices in my 401K. Try to further enhance any legacy plans previously sown. And try to touch my toes every morning when these old bones get out of bed! And maybe, this year, I can finally decide what I want to be when I grow up….besides the World’s Coolest Dad!

I have many things to be thankful for so far. This blog illustrates just a few of them. Its just another day.

Jimmy Buffett can perform this song a whole lot nicer than it reads.  Check it out….

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