Tuesday 2026-13-01

 The "It's Still Fun" Edition

It's been a while. I'm siting on my couch, flurries outside the deck door window tell me either coldness or another day of mid-30's. But who cares about the weather.

I'm being a sad sack, listening to all the greatest hits of how Jer is feeling at his lowest. I was gonna just play both of Transatlancism and Plans back to back but figured that would be overkill for a guy who just hit 50. 

50.

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I ignored that number when I was scratching out my love letter to my parents for their 60th anniversary in 2024. I was 48 when I wrote all it down, scribbling notes from my laptop onto paper so I could send it, fingers crossed, overnight to them, my writing, my letters, my learning from them, the twenty years of life lived and loved with them, all my love. 

I was 48, only weeks from 49. I was scribbling, wanting printers to work. I ran back and forth and finally realized that I just had to do it the old way:  Use pen and paper.

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Our postmaster (postmistress?) was not happy with me. I kept changing how I wanted it delivered. We got it settled, it went, and my folk got it.

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I'm 50.

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I know. Get over it. We all get older. Die. Shit happens. What hurts is that this is the first time in my life where if family dies, I really have no way to get there. I couldn't make my parents 60th anniversary. How grateful is this then 48 year old kid. 

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Be good kids.