Fred Voorhees
01-16-2008, 6:22 PM
Yup, tomorrow (Thur) I hit 50 years old. Age, I guess, used to bother me, but nowadays, I look at it this way. ...... in just another five years I can retire and do things that I truly enjoy. I look forward to having all day to work in the shop.....or not if I don't partcularly want to. I look forward to getting up at maybe five in the morning to hit a certain lake or river with my boat and doing some bass or pickeral fishing. Heck, I even look forward to sometimes doing - NOTHING! A year after I retire, my brother will do the same and we can both enjoy our common love of fishing. We will plan some fishing trips that will take us where we would like to go now, but life, family and other things just seem to prevent. I might even get back into auto racing journalism, where the door has always been left open at the weekly racing newspaper where I once penned a weekly column and frequent racing event reports. The grass will be cut much more regularly, the house will be attended to with a little more care, heck, I might even learn to cook a little better and maybe, just maybe even learn how to do the laundry while the wife is still earning a living.
Yup, I turn fifty tomorrow. Holy cow, where has the time gone? I began dating my wife when her son was just three years old. Now he has worked his way through high school and college and just last year got married and bought a house and now he teaches college. My hair is turning gray and my bones remind me that they are there every morning when I crawl out of bed to head off to work.
I remember when I turned thirty and to me, it seemed as if age was catching up to me. Now, shoot, thirty is so far behind me, my shadow laughs at it. But, life is fairly good. I have a wonderful wife, a job that keeps us "comfortable" and I am able to afford my hobby of woodworking at a level that I want to have it at. Fifty ain't so bad I guess. Afterall, heck, it's only a number.
Yup, I turn fifty tomorrow. Holy cow, where has the time gone? I began dating my wife when her son was just three years old. Now he has worked his way through high school and college and just last year got married and bought a house and now he teaches college. My hair is turning gray and my bones remind me that they are there every morning when I crawl out of bed to head off to work.
I remember when I turned thirty and to me, it seemed as if age was catching up to me. Now, shoot, thirty is so far behind me, my shadow laughs at it. But, life is fairly good. I have a wonderful wife, a job that keeps us "comfortable" and I am able to afford my hobby of woodworking at a level that I want to have it at. Fifty ain't so bad I guess. Afterall, heck, it's only a number.