So, here is a story for the books. I'm creeping up on the age of 50 and so I'm freaking out a little bit about turning 47 on my birthday. I keep telling my self I'm almost 48, I'm almost 48, I'm almost 48 over and over again. I start thinking that 48 is only a hop and a skip from 50. I thought if you had 47 marbles in your hand and someone asked, "How many marble do you have?" You would say, " Oh, I guess about 50, skipping right past 48, 49 and you would go right to 50. My birthday has changed from me becoming 47 and now it is all about me being almost 50, Half of 100! I'm approaching a hundred! I told you I was freaking out a little bit. So I keep telling myself I'm almost 48 over and over again until I actually start to believe that I am turning 48 this year on my birthday. That's right I twisted reality and disposed of an entire year of my life.
Weeks go by and now I'm convinced I'm turning 48. I find myself giving myself little pep talks, you know, I tell myself things like, getting older isn't all that bad, sure my hair is thinning and turning grey and I'm having trouble controlling my mid drift more than ever but I should look at the up side. "What up side?" I asked. "Well, let me think," I said. Then out of no where I began to blurted out the most depressing stuff, " You don't have to pull out your I.D. when you order an alcoholic drink anymore and kids call you mister and sir now and, uh.... you can pass gas in the restroom while you're peeing without being embarrassed and....STOP! I screamed to myself, " I get it, I'm becoming a 48 year old middle aged man, the guy women now think that I remind them of their dad or uncle. The guy that kids start throwing the football a little softer to when playing catch. What's next, is someone going to give up their seat on the bus for me?
Forgive me, I digress. So, to add to the problem I announce to a group of new friends that it's my birthday on the 4 of February and that I'm turning 48. My wife looks at me in a curios way and says, "Your not turning 48 your turn 47," I then retort with the most cocky attitude, "Honey, I think I would know how old I am, it is my birthday after all," she backs off as not to embarrass me in front of the group. Now you can add senility to the aging process as well, I forgot how old I am and I'm adamant about my answer even though I'm wrong. Later that night my wife does the math over again in her head and figures out that I'm wrong. I already came to the same conclusion and was trying to figure a way out when she yells over the bannister and interrupts me right in the middle of watching a program on the Discovery channel (I am 46 after all). She announces, "Honey, you're turning 47 not 48, I told..." I interrupted her with, "I know, I already figured that out, I'm such an idiot, now I have to tell everyone that I forgot how old I am, isn't that just great?" She laughed.
Okay, so my birthday came and went and even though it was uneventful here is the up side to turning 47. Because I thought I was turning 48 on this birthday and I was really only turning 47 it was like I got a year younger this birthday not older. I got younger instead of older this year, AWESOME! Hey, It works for me so just let it alone and let me live in the skewed little world that I've created for myself in peace, thanks.
This an old drawing that I reworked digitally.
This is sketchbook drawing of a shack that was at the top of the Grand Canon near our hotel room. It was an awesome trip, I asked Jodi to marry me and she said yes and we rafted down the Colorado river for 8 days.
This is a conceptual drawing as well as a workbook drawing for "BROTHER BEAR". Like all films you eventual run out of time and ours was no different, because of story changes and other things I'm not aware of Bob Walker allowed me to participate in designing the indian village. I did this in tandem with doing the workbook, it was a great experience, thanks for the opportunity Bob.
Ugh, missed it, Happy Birthday cuz...a little late but at 37 my mind is beginning to slip me =P
ReplyDeleteAgain, looking at these shots....nothing but intimidation hits me. Amazing stuff...
California soon, just not sure when.... crossing fingers for an apprentice spot at Whiskytree in San Rafael.....
know anyone over there???
This is the funniest post yet!! However, I told you how old you were in the car, after the meeting... I would never wait that long. ha ha.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was getting a year younger this year. :)
Dad, I know your freaking out, but how many 47 year olds get mistaken for the brother of their 25 year old son? You don't look your age at all. Besides the pie thing hope you enjoyed your birthday.
ReplyDeleteJodi is right, this is the funniest post yet. I though you were in your 50s when we met 10 years ago. You're welcome for that.
ReplyDeleteIf you find yourself looking for the upside of aging, here it is...knowledge. I have only one living grandparent now. As I matured and got to know my grandparents as people and not just family, I was continually impressed with how the "got it." They always seemed to know the right answer, or the path to it. They understood things outside of their beliefs. They remained young at heart while being wise in years. For most of my adult life, I have been in complete peace about aging, but I am looking forward to being wiser, like they were. Of course, I am still young and you are... well... wiser!
Happy Birthday.
P.S. I leave for Torino on Tuesday - wish I were going with you all for a vacation rather than for work, but I am not complaining. I will have some coffee and some chocolate for you both.
Chad