53
My mom turned 53 today, and my dad and I took her to John Ash for dinner. I'd never been there but had heard all the hype. Nice place.
As we were driving home, I couldn't help thinking, "I wonder what my parents envisioned their lives would be at this age?" I have a hard time picturing tomorrow, let alone 50+, but it has to come at some point, doesn't it? When she was 20, did my mom think that on her 53rd birthday she'd be riding the passenger seat of a minivan, driving home though the vineyards of Sonoma County after an expensive dinner with her bald husband and her 19-year-old wiseass son, her only child? Did she know she'd still be listening to Van Morrison, and that it would be his newest release? Could she fathom that she'd be in talks with business consultants and attorneys about the possibility of opening her own fine-art gallery in Railroad Square?
I guess it made me think about how little we can actually plan for and how ri-God-damn-diculous "50-year plans" are.
Tomorrow I spend the day in the City with the crew and then go to Berkeley for the Mark Knopfler concert.
I get a lot of shit about Knopfler -- keep it comin', as fast and as stinky as you can make it. :)
As we were driving home, I couldn't help thinking, "I wonder what my parents envisioned their lives would be at this age?" I have a hard time picturing tomorrow, let alone 50+, but it has to come at some point, doesn't it? When she was 20, did my mom think that on her 53rd birthday she'd be riding the passenger seat of a minivan, driving home though the vineyards of Sonoma County after an expensive dinner with her bald husband and her 19-year-old wiseass son, her only child? Did she know she'd still be listening to Van Morrison, and that it would be his newest release? Could she fathom that she'd be in talks with business consultants and attorneys about the possibility of opening her own fine-art gallery in Railroad Square?
I guess it made me think about how little we can actually plan for and how ri-God-damn-diculous "50-year plans" are.
Tomorrow I spend the day in the City with the crew and then go to Berkeley for the Mark Knopfler concert.
I get a lot of shit about Knopfler -- keep it comin', as fast and as stinky as you can make it. :)