Three Months

In three months - February 7, 2008 - I will complete my 40th year. I will be 40 and will be moving into my fifth decade on this planet.

Wow!

A couple more trips precede this occasion:

- Yale-Harvard Game in New Haven, November 16 - 18, 2007;
- New Year's in Chicago, December 30, 2007 through January 2, 2008; and

then the big trip to San Francisco.

In some ways, it is hard to contemplate the idea of being 40, since I still feel like I am 5 years old...or 18...or even 30...but I do feel as if this age, 40, is really my true age...that at 5, 18, or 30, I've always been 40 years old...that I have grown into myself, spiritually.

Of course, I also feel a bit out of time, like I belong in 1957, in the Eisenhower Era, the age of Sputnik, the age of the Edsel...the age of bebop jazz and beat poetry.

My gorgeous redheaded muse sits at home, in my armchair, awaiting my return tonight. I shall pick up the brush and paint and and continue the first painting in 8 or 9 years; photos will follow, once I use up the film in the cheapo camera I bought at the supermarket across the street. I shall look forward to the days and nights when other, more corporeal muses take the redhead's place in my armchair. But until then...