There is a glass of scotch near my right hand, strategically placed where I can grab it and sip as I tip-tap upon the keyboard.
Probably poured a healthier snort than I ought to have but it is a three day weekend and the first drink I have had in months.
Won’t be long before that warm fuzzy feeling comes to visit me which might make some of you ask how to describe this.
It is not quite drunk blogging, I am in control of myself but certainly not in a position to drive a car until the morrow, which is fine.
I have no intention of going anywhere, nor desire unless it was to sit upon the beach, listen to surf and stare at the stars.
That is impossible to do here so it remains a thought and nothing more.
Watched Adam Sandler’s You Are So Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah on Netflix and smiled more than a few times. It was over the top in places but there were more than a few things I recognized.
In some ways it was more honest Jewish movie than I have seen in quite some time and I appreciated it wasn’t supposed to be a serious flick.
Those have their time and place but there are moments where you need something mindless that doesn’t require strict attention.
Sometimes you just want to laugh and enjoy life and not worry or wonder about the serious stuff.
The old people in the movie did make me think of one thing that seems less common now than it was when I was a younger lad.
I didn’t hear any European accents and that is something I used to hear constantly. I never got to meet my Great Grandfather Julius but I was 17 when his wife, my Grandma Sadie died.
So I have lots of memories of her. I remember accent tinged English and her speaking Jewish with people in the home and or my Grandpa Silver.
I remember her asking me if I went to Cheder (pronounced Hay-der with a more guttural ch sound) and telling her about taking Yiddish.
There were some expressions and phrases in the movie, but none of that European accent in English and no altercockers speaking Jewish.
Though I suppose it is worth adding there were more than a few Yiddish words thrown out during my lunch meeting yesterday.
Can’t help but wonder if Grandpa Julius would be surprised that such a movie was made here or if he would take it in stride.
Hard to say and in the grand scheme not so important, but his Great-Grandson is a curious fellow.
A couple of the guys have mentioned doing something bigger for 55 because it is the next big birthday.
I am not sure that I agree with them, I figure 60 sounds much bigger to me but maybe not as old as it once did. Got some fraternity brothers who will hit the big six zero a few years before me and have heard some of their thoughts about celebrating it.
Can’t say that I have gotten particularly serious about figuring out what I’ll want to do then because ’29 is still some years away and who knows what life will look like then.
Hell, 55 could be a year with all sorts of changes on its own and given there is no way to skip forward there is no point getting too far ahead of myself.
Anyhoo, there was a moment in the gym today where I overheard a group of high school seniors talking about how old they felt and I snorted.
I remember the feeling and could relate to it but it also felt strange to realize my baby is older than them and my oldest has a chunk of years on them.
Stepped onto the elliptical and watched the 60 minutes specials on Charles Barkley and Adam Sandler along with a few other things.
Almost choked when they said Chuck retired from the NBA 23 years ago and Sandler hasn’t been on SNL for 28 years.
It makes perfect sense, but it reminded me how easy it is for us to forget how many years have passed between certain moments.
Time moves so damn fast even if scientifically it is no faster or slower than at any other time in my life.