This coming Monday, I am going to hit another of those life milestones as another decade of life is in the rear view mirror.
That day at a little after 1 p.m. I am going to turn 40.
I remember just a couple of years ago I called my brother old after he had reached that milestone thinking to myself it was still a long way off for me.
Well, now it is here, and I guess I deserve to be called old.
Thankfully, for my sake, it won’t be too much of a shock to turn 40 and think of myself as old, because the Krause progeny have already reminded me of that many times.
Let me give you an example.
A few months ago when I was carrying salt into the basement for the water softener I felt a slight tug on my arm and to this day I feel a sharp pain in my left elbow if I don’t move it for a while.
My eldest son assures me it is arthritis, and that, he tells me, is a sign of old age.
I’m not sure if I look old or not, but I do remember several years ago, when I was still in my 20s, someone came up to me at work and asked me how old I was.
This person was dumbfounded when I told her my age, as she believed I was “much older than that…probably in my 40s.”
I do recall a photo taken at my wedding of Kelly’s bother Karl and me standing on the steps of the church. At the time he was in his teens and I think I could have passed for the same age.
I guess as a sign time has gone on, Karl got married this past weekend in Wisconsin. (That is another story entirely.)
So, being he looked older on Saturday afternoon, I guess I probably do, too.
To be honest, I am really not all that anxious about turning over another decade.
I know plenty of people mourn these milestones of life dreading them entirely, but I am certainly not one of them.
For me, in many ways, it is just another birthday. (Although if you feel this is an important enough milestone in my life, presents are being accepted.)
You may recall more than three years ago I wrote a column outlining all of the things I wanted to do before I turned 40.
I am going to be very busy over the next four days if I want to complete that list.
Actually, what I think is going to happen is that same list is going to be revamped into a five-year plan that I likely am still going to be working on when the next decade hits.
Page 2 of 2 - So, as my oldest progeny continues to pull the gray hairs out of my head and complain about the hair growing on my ears, I am not going to complain.
Turning 40 is certainly better than the alternative.
I want to offer my congratulations to Nick VonMosch and Darion Miller-Ahrens for being crowned RVHS king and queen earlier this week.
Remember, tomorrow is Cardinal pride day. So, be sure you wear your red and white.