Game changers

There are two separate schools of thought for this posting.

This past Sunday, for the first time in my life - and fourteen years after I first planned on doing it - I went for a spa day on Staten Island.  I had bought myself a "package" for a complete day last June and I finally found the right time - now that the surgery is long over, a quiet holiday weekend, etc.  I'm so glad I did it and will now do so regularly.  It did wonders for me - mentally and physically.  The staff were incredible - beyond kind and helpful.  Starting the proceedings with a warm towel and espresso to laying out the day's plans, a fantastic lunch and genuine professionalism and personality.  I couldn't have asked for better.  What made it even greater was that it was an ugly, cold, rainy day, so it wasn't wasted indoors.  Jesus - even my nails and eyebrows look great - seriously!

At the opposite end, I received very sad and upsetting news on Tuesday - the drummer for the band that influenced me the most during my teen years; the band that pointed my way forward and changed the game for me, died suddenly on Monday, after a brief illness.  Hearing this caught me off-guard and left me very shaken.  Rick Buckler was the driving powerhouse behind The Jam for the whole of their career.  After their split in '82, he was in a very good and completely overlooked group called Time U.K., who put out some great singles.  I never had the pleasure or privilege of meeting him, but he was, from all accounts, a very good person.  And I know he was appreciated by me.  Godspeed, Mr. Buckler.

Always looking forward - no time for backward

Already a month into this year and I'm already 60 years old; the country has changed Presidents and people have gone right back into the same embarrassing behaviors they had at least nearly a decade ago.  I can no longer digest nor allow my time to be wasted or compromised - whatever you want to call it - with listening to the same shit over and over again.  The sputtering garbage that long-time, real-world friends are coming up with; the wild-eyed frenzy is too much unnecessary work.  I used to have a very fair approach - whatever your views are, I respect you; you're my friend, etc. 

Now, it's very clear that people will sacrifice their families, friends, spouses - you name it - in the name of their violently misguided, evangelical and misinformed "politics".  They want people to lose jobs; expose home addresses and be harmed/actually call for murder.  If this is your stance, you're not welcome in my orbit at all.  I won't even listen to you - you cross that line; you're dead to me.  It's not some overdramatic hyperbole or self-righteousness on my part - if you're that unhinged about something that actually doesn't really affect your life and never has, I want nothing to do with it. 

As I've said on many occasions, I don't know why so many people I've respected - especially friends I've had for decades - have gone in this kind of direction.  I can pinpoint a few possible reasons why, but it doesn't justify their actions towards their own family, loved ones, etc.  It's become a fanaticism; a cult-like approach and I can easily live without their incessant barking of the memorized script.  It's a lunacy there is no cure for.

On the upside, my use and time spent on social media is decreased by about 90%.  Not an exaggeration.  I don't interact on Facebook; I don't care for Instagram and Twitter/X is mildly entertaining.  TikTok is clearly for disturbed narcissists, and I've never indulged.  I'm far too happy at the moment to allow all these nonsensical outside "influences" derail things.  

Ever since my surgery, I'm feeling alright and always looking to feel even better; I'm going to the gym this weekend; I have a urology appointment on Friday (and I didn't need the bloodtest) and a spa day during the long weekend in two weeks.  This year's vacation is already booked, down to the last detail and work is enjoyable.

I won't sacrifice any of the good things I have in my life. Not even for old friends.  They're not that important anymore.  We're not teenagers; we're not young - life is about growth and change.  Not regression and a return to adolescence.

Who knows where the time goes?

Yes, I'm well aware that's Sandy Denny's most well-known and well-beloved song, but when you reach your 60th birthday, it seems quite appropriate.

What can I say?  Did I ever envision this - getting to this plateau in life?  Not sure - especially in light of the health issues of the last two years.  I remain vigilantly optimistic that the procedure in October has given me a positive extension and will hopefully stave off any major issues, so that's one thing to consider.  And I've been rebooting and starting to exercise again and mold my dietary intake very differently.  

I don't know if there's anything spectacular about this particular milestone birthday, but I do know I feel different.  What that difference is right now, I don't know.  But I'll let you know when I figure it out.

Reset and go...

And so the New Year begins and waking up to horrible news was not how I envisioned things to kick off 2025.  This New Orleans terrorist attack is not shocking, but it's beyond proper description and has clouded the day.

On the whole, last night - which has now become anti-climactic, when you don't drink, go out or party - was wonderfully calm, relaxing and quiet.  A light meal, some decent T.V. and a few texts and phone calls were just right.  The only minor drawback was I couldn't sleep - and somehow found myself watching a mini-marathon of old "Behind The Music" episodes on VH-1.  The year starts as a flashback!

So it's immediately back to work tomorrow; it should remain low-key, until at least Monday, when everyone is back and a very basic weekend of groceries and minor chores.

I can easily enjoy the start of my 60th year under these terms.

Happy New Year to all.

Twenty and onward...

It was twenty years ago yesterday that I made my first forays into the new (and at the time, trendy) world of blogging.  I can somewhat remember it - reading those initial posts, aside - and it was exciting.  

Hindsight being what it is, a lot of the early posts were much more stream of consciousness and maybe  not as well thought out as they should have been, but it's how I was feeling at the time.  As the years have rolled on, if I look back at some of the original posts, I do get a little bit of cringe and some embarrassment, but okay - at least they were (at that moment) honest.  

The funny thing is even though blogging has somewhat diminished, I still enjoy doing this - albeit without the frequency of my initial output.  And until this stops (not by my hand), I'll continue.  It's a good form of release and chronicling where I've been, where I'm at and where I may be going.

When I started, I was a few weeks shy of my 40th birthday; now I'm on the cusp of 60, which is both odd and alien.  As I've said to several people, this one is a little bit more difficult to digest and process.  It's the start of the final chapter and even though it's not meant to sound fatalistic, it's reality, nonetheless. 

If I were to meet the person who started this blog, I'm not sure I would like him, frankly.  A lot of his views and bluster were misplaced and misguided.  But time has taught me how to communicate better and think much more before speaking.  None of the things I used to do are part of my orbit; some external bits (like going to the gym for the sake of good health, etc.), but that's all part and parcel of growing and letting go.

So now this milestone is recorded and I can look at what may come next.  After a very unusual year, complete with surgery, vacations, shifts and further amputations as far as relationships, I can only hope that 2025 - and subsequently, my 60th year on the planet - will be a little more low-key and easier to navigate. 

Happy anniversary to this blog and happy holidays to all.

Nearly there again...

It's been about seven weeks since the procedure; the full recovery time is supposed to be between 6 and 8 weeks.  There are a few unexplainable, minor discomforts that still occur - when I'm walking.  I know I still cannot run - it's hard to describe.  But okay - I'll take my time.  Hopefully, all will be normal by the start of the new year, as I joined another gym; one near my office.  Everything else, thankfully, is fine and normal.  I have a "regular" blood test on Saturday and my 3-month check-up with my primary care doctor on the 21st.  I've been focused on weight loss and rest and hopefully, I'll be able to get off the cholesterol medication next.

It was a perfect Thanksgiving - warm; quiet, wonderfully relaxing and the food was amazing.  I kept myself in check and didn't overeat (I didn't need to); I took care of the minor tasks around the apartment that I wanted to; a quick grocery shop and having done the laundry when I got home on Wednesday made it all just right.

Obviously, I have a lot more to be thankful for this year - which I am.  And going forward, it's just a case of maintaining that proper balance, especially now - on the cusp of 60. 

Exhale even further...

Saw the urologist last Friday - I no longer need to take Flomax, which he prescribed two years ago and I don't need to see him until February; I don't even need to take a blood test the week before my next appointment with him.  Went to the eye doctor for my yearly exam - I don't need a new glasses prescription, either.  I'm counting my blessings - positive medical news for once.  

I even went so far as to book the plane tickets for our next vacation - Hilton Head Island, in August of next year.  I'd booked the hotel and the rental car, but wanted to wait until I'd had the surgery.  And I made a "vanity purchase" - I bought myself something I'd wanted since I was 19 years old - a Gaggia espresso/cappuccino maker.

It's been a very good week.  I'll take every win possible.

And soon enough, it'll be Thanksgiving - and I always look forward to that.  Even the grocery shopping.