A pirate looks at 42...

In 4 days I turn 42.

Forty-two.

As in "old plus two".

I'm actually cool with it, I really am.

If not for the fact that I'm just a few days shy of being 11 years single, have three and three fourths of my limbs and can hear out of only one ear I am cool with being middle aged. Oh, did I mention diabetic and have high blood pressure? Yeah, I got that too. I'm also a good candidate for the various ED meds too.

Yeah, middle age has been a laugh-riot so far.

When my dad was in his forties he did one crazy thing: He bought a moped.

Yeah. A moped. My dad was truly a Son Of Anarchy. Strangely, I don't feel like doing anything like that. For one thing, I am not accountable to anyone other than myself for something as foolish as purchasing something like that. More importantly, I can't afford it.

I keep asking myself if I like the "place" I'm at right now.

As far as that goes, I am not real good at self-apparaisals. Oh I could be worse off, I suppose, but the best part about my current situation is that I feel like I am on the brink of something. I don't know if it's good or bad, but it's there, waiting to move into the light for all to see.

So like I said on the very first blog entry I ever wrote I'll close with this:

Stay tuned for details.