Saturday, April 08, 2006

I asked for water, she gave me gasoline.

There is a time, in every young mans life, when the dreaded year of 39 arrives. Waking in an arthritic fever of disconnected joints I shuddered, and checked that everything was functioning.

Remarkably enough everything was, so that’s alright then.

My mother has gone completely round the bend, my father is jumping up and down like a demented geriatric punk rocker with a wasp up his arse, and every morning I am confronted by a cat with a tumour the size of a golf ball on its neck. Life just doesn’t get much better.

Still, things could be worse, I actually managed to post something.


First Nations said...

dont know if i want to be first, but here i is.
i have nothing clever to say or any good advice to give.
i am just glad that you are back.
please don't go away so long.

Wyndham said...

I'm glad tou agreed to take up your option on the year 39. You won't regret it, and if you like this year then we're happy to replace it with another one just like it next year.

But they do tend to be sequential.

garfer said...

I'm looking forward to my Saga Holidays Years.

A big stick and no mercy, that's my aspiration.

Kyahgirl said...

So glad you're alive and well, if only a wee bit older. 39 isn't so bad. I have it on good authority that a person can live quite happily well beyond that. I'm living proof :-)

Don't tell me you share a birthday with Piggy-that would be too ironic!! what day is it?

Happy Birthday G. I'm glad your kitty is still hanging in.

funny thing said...

I have got a crunchy knee and I'm 33. I jumped off the back of a tipper truck one too many times. It's all downhill for me now, I fear.

Ah well. I've put my order in for a telescopic knee when I get my replacement, so that's alright then,

pissoff said...

It happened to me the other day Garfer and I survived it. However, the thought of this being the last of my 30's is somewhat upsetting... that and the fact that grey hair has popped up on my head from somewhere.

MHN for short said...

Hey Garfer Baby! I just turned 37 today so I say to you my fellow April birthdayian, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

So, are you ever going to write the continuation of the story Bronwen tapped you for?

Love ya Ducks!

Betty said...

Very late birthday greetings, although it sounds is if you're going through one of the troughs rather than the peaks of life at the moment.

There is life after 39, although you become increasingly philosophical about getting older and your mind and body starting to malfunction.

S.I.D. said...

Happy Birthday Garfy.

Chin up.

It just gets more depressing.

Rowan said...

Does that mean you just celebrated a birthday then?

Such is life, and you put it so eloquently too!

suburban wonder said...

I'm so glad to see you back posting that I don't care if you continue the story or not! I missed you - don't do that again!