Rant #2,052: When I'm 61

As I was about ready to type out this Rant, the thought occurred to me that in exactly four months from today, I will turn 61 years of age.

Wow! I really am getting old.

Both of my parents turned 61 in 1992, when I turned 35 years of age, so it is easy to figure out that I came into my parents' world when they were 26 (or really, when my mom was 26; my father was still 25 when I got here).

I guess that sixty-one is a good number.

Roger Maris hit 61 home runs in 1961, still thought of as the real, true, unblemished gold standard for home runs hit in a season.

The only performance enhancing drug that he used was nicotine, and from what I read and have heard, he used a lot of it that season.

And he didn't play Samson that season either, as the closer he got to breaking Babe Ruth's single season record of 60 home runs, the more his hair was falling out, only to pretty much all grow back when the season--and the pressure--was over.

I am certainly not the only person who is going to turn 61 in 2018, there are several others, including Melanie Griffith, Paul Reiser, Fran Drescher, Spike Lee, Ray Romano, Vanna White and Donny Osmond.

Let's see, when I was born, it was a Sunday, Dwight Eisenhower was president, and I think "All Shook Up" by Elvis Presley was the No. 1 song in the country on that day--the perfect song to musically acknowledge that my parents' world would be "all shook up" by the arrival of me, and quite frankly, would never be the same as it had been before I was delivered by the stork.

And while there are famous people born on my birthday--Ann-Margret for one--there really isn't anybody that famous born on April 28, 1957. French Cosmonaut Leopold Eyharts was born on that day, as was Dutch singer Wilma Landkroon.

Heck, to me, that's like saying I was born on April 28, 1957. Whoopee do!

So I guess you can say that today is my three-quarters birthday, and with that and a nickel you can't get much anywhere.

But as the next-to-last-post of the year 2017, I guess it is significant, in its own way, at least to this blog.

This is the 2,052nd post I have made here, give or take a few, so the blog might hit 2,100 posts in March, or even into April, since I need just 48 more.

With some off days and holidays thrown in, it will take me a minimum of 10 weeks to reach that plateau, probably 11 or 12 weeks at least.

I should be past 2,100 posts earlier than April 28, but we shall see what happens.

All that I know is that today, December 28, leaves us just a few more days until this year ends, and let me tell you, good riddance.

But more about that tomorrow.

Maybe today I can get a three-quarters-sized cake for my three-quarters birthday.

Maybe I can get a book with the last section chopped out.

Maybe I can get a record album missing the last few songs.

Maybe I can move on to tomorrow's blog post.

Maybe I should do just that.

Maybe I should do that right now.