Three Score and Four

Three Score and Four

“When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out ’till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?”

(From “When I’m Sixty-Four”
by John Lennon/Paul McCartney)

Arose this morning intending to make my birthday just another day, though every day with me is something special. The granddaughters are walking. My daughter and her husband are doing very well. My son is acting and directing, midway through grad school in Florida.

Maria and I are just back from Hawaii and London. I have five books and three major initiatives planned for 2010 (almost finished with “Million Dollar Speaking”), and for the next two days I’ll be involved with a brand new workshop. A cartoon strip will be appearing in the next 30 days here, we’ll be in New York next week, I’ve just acquired 17 front row, mezzanine seats for the Mentor Hall of Fame members to see the new Twyla Tharp musical about Sinatra, and our Bora Bora plans are set for the Million Dollar Club.

Back to this morning. Koufax saw my workout clothes and went back to sleep with Buddy Beagle. I went into the garage and decided which of the two Bentleys to drive. I heated both the seats and the steering wheel, and rolled off to my personal trainer. After that agony, I began my day in earnest, with some mentor calls and writing.

We’ll celebrate at dinner on Saturday officially, at one of my favorite steak places, Providence Prime, with a suitable, incredible wine.

The calendar says I’m older, but I can still feed myself. My hair isn’t all that bad, and I’m stronger than I’ve been since college. Never thought I’d be 64. But it beats the hell out of the alternative. And I think I’m in the most creative period of my life.

Who knows, maybe I’m just talking to myself. But I’m certainly enjoying the conversation.

© Alan Weiss 2010. All rights reserved.