Mid-life Cri-seas

At what point do you look at  yourself and say, “I’m at mid-life?” Watching a reality show the other night I was taken aback when the contestant said she was a 51 year-old grandmother. OK, I can understand being a grandmother at 51, but this woman didn’t look a day younger than 61! She was gray, out of shape and just acted and looked old! I’m 51, and do not ever see myself that way, even on my worst days. Earlier this week, I had the wonderful experience of a routine colonoscopy. I am certain I was the youngest (biologically and psychologically) woman going through that gut-wrenching (literally) procedure. Plus, I got a squeaky clean, bill of health. (yea, good eating and living!)

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Doug drove the boat to "Duck Pond" in Toms River

On to the mid-life cri-seas. Where could I be going with that except to water? My husband starting researching power boats after this summer’s vacation in New Hampshire which as is tradition, included two boating days. We have been vacationing in New Hampshire for many of the past ten years and have spent enough on power boat rentals that we could have bought by now, at least a boat-and-a-half. Long story short, we have a boat in our driveway. Doug never does anything that costs money without hours of research. Thanks to the internet, that task is easier than ever. We ended up buying a 1992 Four Winns 20′ power boat from a guy who’s a cop in the Toms River area. He was selling the boat for his uncle who’d used it on a lake but had grown too old to be interested in the boat now. The toughest part, beyond parting with our cash, was searching for a proper boat trailer. Doug researched more and we ended up buying a new trailer. Now, I won’t worry about the trailer collapsing under the boat (which was a real concern considering some of the people selling used trailers really didn’t know what they had to sell!).New boat on the trailer

So, testosterone is flowing in our driveway now as Doug rushes outside to primp and inspect the boat, looking for boat doo-hickies he needs or wants. The guy neighbors are drawn to the boat as though it were a naked, buxom blond laying in the driveway. They talk and chuckle and point at things on the boat. It’s all part of male bonding.  Doug will have to get the engine checked out and winterized. That’ll require him hanging out with a boat mechanic with more male bonding. First, we may take a couple of rides on the Delaware in the next week or two. Spring break vacation will likely be somewhere a bit south near water so we can zip around on a bay, harbor or river.It’ll be great to have our own vessel and not have to go through rental expense. Vacations in New Hampshire will be even more wonderful with a boat at our disposal 24/7 .

Will we name the boat? Not sure. But Mid-Life Cri-seas seems to be the front-runner and most apropos. The boat is really nice. We will enjoy the heck out of it.  It sure is cheaper than a bunch of mid-life plastic surgery.

Why does time fly?

Adam at the Phillies Wall of Fame Oct. 09

Adam at the Phillies Wall of Fame Oct. 09

Remember when you were in school, it seemed as though a day was about a month long? Goodness, I’d like those days back. My son is taking driver’s ed in school. While they are not getting behind the wheel, they are studying the rules of the road, learning about car parts and DUI’s and preparing for the state written driving test in January. Wasn’t I just changing my shirt because my son spit up on me for the 500th time? I swear it was just yesterday. He was this little boy totally enamoured with life, his parents, his trucks, cars and toys. Now, the toy closet in the family room goes untouched; I’m pondering tossing many of those boy things, but I can’t get myself to even open the cabinet. Now, in the car, Adam asks me about which car he might get when he saves money; how he doesn’t agree with the NJ laws establishing the different levels of drivers licenses (I say, thank goodness for the different levels). Every once in ta while, Adam will talk about how he hopes my husband and I stay in our house so he’ll have holidays here when he comes home from college or beyond. (Wasn’t I just dating my husband?Now we’re talking about just a few years from now?)

We recently got a home energy audit which included a rundown on what the energy improvements would cost and how long it would take for the improvements to pay off. One improvement listed indicated it would pay off in eight years. My husband asked, “Do you think we’ll BE in this house in eight years?” (Didn’t we just buy this house?)

I’m starting to get emails from friends who mention so-and-so died and even a Facebook message about someone from our high school class dying. OK, now I’m just going down the wrong path. The reality of MY life is: I have NEVER felt better. I think I’m in better shape than I was 10 years ago. I certainly weigh less and despite the biological age I’m experiencing now and how rapidly my son is growing up and away from us, he is our one and only child. He’ll always be my boy and he’ll always know how we care about what’s happening to him every step of the way. I just hope for his safety, happiness and well-being, always. He took his PSAT’s last weekend; weren’t we just singing the “ABC” song with him yesterday?