Optimus Prime
Nov. 9th, 2012 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogAs an age, at least, 53 isn't anything to write home about.
Not that it's gonna stop me.
My last prime-number birthday was 47, six fairly long years ago. I celebrated that one in the shadow of a storm much like the one endured in Metro NY last week- heat and power just coming back as we got almost into November. I was without television for the last moment the Mets actually spent in the post-season- one more swing, one fewer nasty curve, and who knows what that team, or its successors might have accomplished? The end of Bush was in sight but still far away- he saved his best work for '07 and '08, that's for sure- and I had barely heard of a junior Senator from Illinois, if I'd heard of him at all.
Facebook was for kids with .edu accounts. Twitter was something you did when you giggled. Dexter was still trying to keep his brother from killing anyone.
Emily was a high school freshman, Eleanor worked for a horrid furniture company, and I was in my sixth month of self-employment, never sure whether the house of cards was just gonna collapse on me.
But life was better than it had been in a while- and it was promising to get even better.
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There followed 8x6, 72, the big 5-0, the third seventeen-year span of my life rolling past at 51, and then last year's odd deal of cards. Which brings us to today, LIII, which is better spent here than on LI, I suppose.
We were barely touched by last week's storm, and not at all by the follower-upper of this week that snowed and froze people who'd had enough already. Not only were the Mets long gone by the post-season (at least with their first all-time no-hitter to show for it), the post-season was itself long gone by the time this week rolled around. Bush has been completely forgotten by his own party, and that onetime junior Senator from Illinois just outpaced his predecessor's second-term re-election margin, which, back in '04, was reported by Cheney as being a "mandate."
Facebook is ubiquitous (and, I gotta admit, a little weirder than usual today when you see this story about the guy from around here who claims to own half the company). Twitter has yet to get me giggling, although I understand its language a little #restrictive #trendy #didIsayrestrictive. Dex just re-enacted the final scene of Brazilwith an Australian supermodel.
Em is done with high school and more than halfway through college. Eleanor works for one of the best companies to work for in the country. I'm in my sixth year of self-employment (now with a side gig with a small firm that pays little but annoys me even less than any prior firm did), and the house of cards has proved to be made more of brick than of straw.
Life's better than it was even then- and it still promises to get better.
Thank you all for being a part of that. For my words here are one of the constants that make all the change easier to process.
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Date: 2012-11-09 09:42 pm (UTC)(This is a wish more than an actual label...)
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Date: 2012-11-09 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-10 01:06 am (UTC)Happy birthday!
Date: 2012-11-10 04:06 am (UTC)Re: Happy birthday!
Date: 2012-11-10 04:08 pm (UTC)But for that I think you only get to meet Leonard Nimoy.
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Date: 2012-11-10 04:10 pm (UTC)This morning, not so much. One of Emily's RIT classmates died the other night after a stupidass fratboy prank climbing the outside of his apartment building.
And Wegmans just had 40,000 pounds of chicken get fried in a road accident delivering the birds to their distribution centre. No comment as of yet from the Chiavettas on whether they're planning the biggest-ass barbecue you ever saw.
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Date: 2012-11-10 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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