Cactus Soup

Age.  It’s not really something I think about all that often.  I mean, I usually remember how old I am (though for a time last year I did keep saying I was 39 when I was reallly still 38… for some reason I actually thought I was 39… senility already?) but I don’t really think all that much about it.   That is, until recently. 

You see, my birthday falls on January 20th — inauguration day for those who follow such things.  My mother liked to tell people that the world got both me and Richard Nixon on the same day and we know how the latter turned out.  So, my 40th birthday (a rather large milestone in the first place) also is the day when we, as a nation, finally free ourselves of George Bush and get a new president.  My hopes are that it will be a celebratory day and we’ll have a democrat in office again.   But my 40th birthday is a date many Democrats and Progressives are crossing their fingers for.  But a milestone that I’m a bit squeamish of and one that is looming around the proverbial corner.

Then today I read an article on MSN about aging and it had a slideshow about how celebrities have aged.  Wow… I better start taking much better care of my face because I can’t afford all that plastic surgery.  So now I’m staring at a mirror worrying about crows feet and my 40th birthday.  Great way to spend a day off from work huh?