Well, today I turn 38. I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm never really going to age gracefully. And by that I don't mean I'm going to go and start popping Rogaine or check out on the price of facelifts and whatnot. I'm just going to be mildly annoyed with the whole idea of getting older and hate kids.
I also have my lovely wife reminding me that I am, in fact, old. This is the one thing they never tell you about marrying a woman who is younger than you are (Cathy turned 30 back in December). That while they will love you and be wonderful and all, they will also never cease in reminding you how much younger they are than you.
The one thing I take some comfort in is the commentators saying Barack Obama is too young to be president and he's 46. So, you know, 46 is young. Then again, he's eight years older than me and has a reasonably decent chance of being the next president of the United States. So it's best not to look into that analogy too deeply.
Anyway, as an age, 37 wasn't too bad. I travelled to Ottawa, went home for a couple of weeks and had a nice vacation in Florida and a Caribbean cruise. My health is still good, albeit I'm still weighing more than I hoped for a year ago. I said I was going to lose 50 pounds. I might have lost 10.
I started a novel that's now sitting around 125,000 words. Plus I managed to sell a couple of freelance stories, write something in excess of 300 blog posts. And work continues to chug along just fine. I don't mind it and it pays me exceedingly well, which is certainly a step from a couple of years ago.
And myself and Cathy continue to be very much in love. I'm not saying there aren't the occasional hiccup or challenge, but hey, welcome to marriage.
So yeah, that's a pretty good year, all things told. So what's the plan for my 38th year?
1. Finish the novel and shop it around to agents.
2. Do at least 300 blog posts.
3. Try and do the odd freelance piece just to keep in practice. Plus, they're a lovely tax write off for expensive toys like cameras and computers.
4. Get back at the gym, which I stopped doing around October. Drop about 20 pounds.
5. Travel to New York and Italy.
6. Try and overcome general hatred of telephones and call friends and family more often.
7. Get off the computer more and spend more time reading books and with Cathy.
8. Continue to control temper at curling by not cursing.
And really, that's about it. I think that's a good enough list for now. If I get most of that list accomplished, I think 38 will be pretty good. Granted, I'm going to have to start gearing up for 40. There's a tradition of small breakdowns in my family among the men when they turn 40. My uncle bought a Corvette. My dad bought a convertible Camero and fled to Toronto. I turn 40 in January, so my options are somewhat limited, especially if we're still in Nunavut. Still, I'll have to come up with some kind of spectacular meltdown that year. Any suggestions?
1. Mutiny, I promise you - The New Pornographers
2. Bittersweet symphony - The Verve*
3. Gloria - U2
4. Old Dan Tucker - Bruce Springsteen
5. Bluenose - Stan Rogers