And now, the reason for the title of this dispatch: Today I am 35.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now I’m normally not one to remark much on the passing of years, unless the number has some particularly interesting numerological aspect (which 35 doesn’t, really. 5×7? Gotta do better than that, suggestions are welcome).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, today does have a kind of cosmic vibe to it: I’ve known since I could count that in the year 2000 I’d be 35. When you’re 10 this seems pretty far off. (So *OLD*! I thought. In the *future* I thought.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But 10 years ago to the day I sat outside in the sun and thought to myself, “10 years from now it’ll be the year 2000 and I’ll be 35. What is it going to be like?” I even had a crystal ball list:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– I’d feel the same at 35 as I do at 25: Check. – I’d be married: Check – but I hadn’t met her yet: Check – Walter and I would have finished our music album project: no check. Still working on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn’t even have a checklist item for where in the world I’d be living, but I wouldn’t have figured on California if I’d even thought about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think I’d become a realist enough to know that if Big Brother seemed unlikely and pessimistic in 1990, that by 2000 we still wouldn’t have flying cars, and probably no prospect for a planned manned Jupiter mission next year either. No suprises there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so, here I am. Living in California with a wonderful woman and two step kids who seem to have adopted me into their lives with remarkable willingness. This is despite not being around for most of their lives, I feel I don’t really deserve it, but anyway I’m watching them grow up into independent people with lives of their own, and I’m grateful to be here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hmm. Now that I’ve arrived here, I can tear a hole in the fabric of space-time and tell the earlier version of me that it’s ok, mostly everything works out ok, and I’ll see him when he gets here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s time for me to sit out in the backyard with a drink and think about what life will be like in 2010.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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