A CHANGE IS GONNA COME

i hope all my non-readers had a wonderful holiday.
For me it has been perhaps the beginning of a whole different life. First, I may have to change the name of this blog to Fifty Plus only because as of today I can no longer count myself as part of the younger generation know as the forty-somethings. It's official I've entered my fifty's. To say I'm happy about it would mean you would first have to hide all the self hanging rope available to me. Fifty is what I never wanted to be. That's when things start to change. That's when funeral burial polices become available (50 to 85). That's when you start to get your new old looking face (man he's changed). That's when getting out of bed starts to sound like the snap, crackle, pop. What makes it worse is that my sixties are just around the corner. I'm pretty sure I was suppose go out in a blaze of glory, flying over a cliff in a Corvette not driving 35 in a Toyota in the fast lane with my left blinker on. What hell! What can you do? Pass the heroine and let's get this over with.
Next up, I've come to find out the the company I've given thirty plus years of my life to no longer wants me. True it's not me they just don't want to be in California anymore. They are so so sad and wish to help me transition to something else. Really? Last time I looked the demand for overweight fifty-year-old was not blocking any doorway. No dear non-reader any way you slice it I am unemployed. This is a wonderful time in America to be out of work. In fact I just heard on the news that the unemployment office here in California is just about bankrupt. I may not have much but you gotta admit I have timing.
Well as they say: on to the next chapter. I can't wait to come back to this blog and see what happens. But be warned. On my list of what to cut out to save money inter net service is close to the top. So if we never type this way again good luck and God bless America.