Birthday cake and candles from the Bunkaryudo Humor Blog.

The Last Day

As last days go, I guess this one hasn’t been so bad. At least the sun shone and the weather was dry. I can’t deny it would have been nice had a stranger or two slapped my back or shaken my hand as I made my way to work this morning. Sadly, due to some kind of administrative oversight, the rest of the world was apparently not informed that this was my last full day of youthfulness before my birthday.

 

You see, when I go to sleep tonight, I will close my eyes forever on my forties. It’s an extraordinary thought and one I still can’t quite get my mind to fully accept. I know it’s a milestone that many of my fellow bloggers have passed already, but I’ve never turned fifty before and I’m not entirely sure of the procedure.

 

Presumably, at some point during the evening, my gravitas will be delivered to the door in an Amazon box and then be surgically attached while I sleep. I must confess, I’m looking forward to waking up tomorrow and at last being a real adult rather than a sixteen-year-old with many years’ experience of faking it.

 

Of course, on the negative side, the spring in my step will likely be removed at the same time, and my settings for hearing sensitivity and bladder capacity will be dropped to half levels. I’m also a little unclear as to whether I’ll be allowed to get out of bed as normal tomorrow morning, or if the expected etiquette is for me to cough and splutter a bit first.

 

I’m tired now, and so I think may have to turn in early tonight. Unfortunately, this means I’m going to have to abandon my plans to stay up late with the photographs of my childhood. Originally, I’d planned to lay out the color ones on the desk in front of me and watch them all change to black and white on the twelfth stroke of midnight.

 

 

© Bun Karyudo and the BunKaryudo Blog (2017)

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228 replies
  1. Sue Vincent
    Sue Vincent says:

    In my experience, and admittedly it is limited, as so far I only turned fifty once (though I managed 58 twice due to a slight miscalculation that made me miss out on being 57 at all), ‘gravitas’ is a typo. It should read gravity… that’s the only thing that starts setting in for the duration.
    Happy birthday, Bun!

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  2. John W. Howell
    John W. Howell says:

    I turned fifty so many years ago I forgot when. Right now I am the equivalent of fifty and would suggest fifty is the new thirty. Sue is right about gravity but keep looking up and you’ll never notice.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      It’s good to know that everybody else’s counting system has at last harmonized with my own from high school. Fifty was often thirty (or 135, or 17.3%) when it was part of the calculations in my math homework

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  3. barbtaub
    barbtaub says:

    Considering the alternative, I’m delighted that you’re having another birthday, even such a momentous one.

    Congratulations are in order as you are now entitled to begin all conversations with, “In my remaining years…”

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      Thank you very much, Barb. You’re quite right, of course. From the range of options available to me – turning 50, being hit by a steamroller, being cryogenically frozen – the first one seemed the cheapest and least messy.

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  4. dunnasead
    dunnasead says:

    Happy birthday, Bun.
    From someone who is 39 and holding….don’t you EVER let anyone convince you 39-or more- is different than 39. At 39 plus I started my third carreer- I’m now on number four and doing well, thank you very much. I work, as always, in a male field, with the toughest of the tough and the best of the best, and NO ONE uses the O word (old) around me. You are what you are in life, and you become what you think of yourself as. All the best.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      I think 39 is a pretty good place to hang around for a while. I was actually planning to do the same with 49. Unfortunately, I was distracted at a critical time just before midnight last night when I thought someone had eaten my chocolate chip cookie. In the resulting confusion, I slipped into my fifties without realizing it.

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  5. Ann Coleman
    Ann Coleman says:

    I’m assuming by the time you read this, you will have already “crossed over” to the land of mature adults. No worries. Mentally, you will stay absolutely the same, and still be the sixteen year old who is faking it. Physically, everything that can possibly drift south, will. And you will begin to feel like a genuine old person for the first fifteen minutes after you wake up every morning. Just console yourself with the fact that you aren’t yet 60, and eat an extra big piece of birthday cake! Happy birthday, Bun!

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  6. Sharon Bonin-Pratt
    Sharon Bonin-Pratt says:

    Your last full day of youthfulness before your birthday? Oh you mean you’re turning thirteen and entering your teenage years! In Judaism, thirteen is when a boy becomes a man. So mazal tov! And don’t forget, you still have to take out the trash.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      I fear taking out the trash will remain my job no matter what age I become. I have a feeling that when I’m long dead and gone, my great, great, great, great grandchildren will still summon up my ghost four or five times a week to take the garbage bag to the compactor.

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  7. Robert Parker Teel
    Robert Parker Teel says:

    Obi Wan K – – please keep on, as you have been, as an undercover teenager.
    And here’s a science experiment. We’ve always put green fruit into brown paper bags to ripen, but in your case, the bag seems to have the opposite effect. Try keeping a banana in there, too, just tuck on over your ear, and see if it doesn’t stay perpetually fresh and funny. I hope you don’t sleep on that side, though. And don’t worry about the gravity/gravitas thing, I recently saw a recreation of Galileo’s experiment, dropping a bowling ball vs feathers, which confirmed,I believe, that gravity is a state of mind, which can be suspended by wearing a chicken suit while bowling.
    Sincere best wishes for the next half-century.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      From what I remember of high school physics, if a huge vacuum flask were somehow to enclose the Leaning Tower of Pisa from which I was then dropped, I would only accelerate toward the ground at the same rate as a feather. Unfortunately, this would be because the feather was moving unexpectedly rapidly rather than the other way round. Luckily, I wouldn’t have to worry about this since I’d already have suffocated to death because of the lack of air.

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      • Robert Parker Teel
        Robert Parker Teel says:

        Well, yes, there is the issue with lack of air/suffocation, but on a positive note, your cappuccino would stay warm for a longer time in the vacuum flask. Is that tower “Pisa” and not “Pizza”??? That’s disappointing, scientists have weird priorities sometimes.

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        • BunKaryudo
          BunKaryudo says:

          I doubt I’d have anything to fear from a leap from a Tower of Pizza. All the cholesterol I consumed on the way up would finish me off long before I got anywhere near jumping.

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  8. Ally Bean
    Ally Bean says:

    I’d humbly suggest that the procedure for turning 50 is to wake up in the morning– lest you remain in your forties forever. If you get my drift…

    Happy Birthday! Make it a good one.

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  9. Eliza Waters
    Eliza Waters says:

    Haven’t you heard that 50 is the new 30??? You have a lot more happy miles in you yet to come. Remember, you become what you think about, so no more images of ‘old and feeble.’ Replace them with ‘young and vital.’ 🙂 Happy Birthday, Bun, whatever your age!

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  10. maryannniemczura
    maryannniemczura says:

    I wondered why the date on your post was Mar. 8 when today is Mar. 7. I was going to inquire where you live and if you are over the international date line. Birthdays are something I quit having at age 25. I said to people that I was simply counting backwards until some wise acre asked me how much in the negative I was. Take comfort as you become a Quinquagenarian. You will no longer be young and stupid but old and wise. I have a few more moons than you but think that age is just a number. If you have your health and humor, you will always remain young and young at heart. In the big scheme of life, you are now officially in your teens. Happy Birthday or as they say in German: alles Gute zum Geburtstag! Enjoy! You are just a kid. ^__^

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  11. Jason
    Jason says:

    Happy Birthday Bun! You’ve certainly aged well, you really don’t look any older in your picture. I wonder if you have a twisted and horrifying paper bag locked away in a secret attic room?

    It certainly is all downhill from now on, but you could always try out some of that gravitas. I hear it’s very good on toast.

    Have a good one 🙂

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      I took your advice and tried some of that gravitas on toast for breakfast this morning, Jason. I ate it in a particularly solemn and dignified manner, much as I believe Australians do with Vegemite.

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  12. anotherday2paradise
    anotherday2paradise says:

    Happy Birthday, Bun. I still remember my 50th birthday almost 20 years ago. I also remember crying my eyes out when I turned 21, saying that I’d never be young again. As long as you keep your insane sense of humour, you have nothing to fear. I wouldn’t like to be 21 again, but I’d settle for 39. 🙂

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  13. yvettecarol
    yvettecarol says:

    Hey, Bun, welcome to your 50’s. I love being here, they really rock!! Much better than the 40’s. I feel stronger in every way, and I’m sure you will too – once you’re over the shock, that is!
    I was at my brother’s 50th a few weeks ago. For half the night, I was thinking, what the heck do they call this music? We could hardly dance to it. Then, I over heard the under-20’s talking – turns out they’d been in charge of the sounds – finally, a nice dance track appeared and we got up and danced. I overheard one teenager say to the other, “God, that sounds like something a 50-year-old would listen to!” Ha ha

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      Dancing has never been my thing, sadly. Having said that, I did manage to do some very impressive drops, flips and headspins at my cousin’s wedding a number of years ago, but only because I stood on a live cable.

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  14. helmontpetit
    helmontpetit says:

    Hah! Ching spricken is what you are, Buddy Bun. So many great challenges lie ahead for you! So many chances to reinvent yourself, to emulate Gandalf, to do the pull my finger joke (if such is your proclivity), to be a grumpy old man, or a lovable one, as you see fit. Once you are 50+, you no longer need to apologize for who you are but are expected to firmly affirm it. You may, in fact, go to such extremes as to behave like a complete caricature of yourself.

    So celebrate, throw a party and stay up until 11 p.m. if you want. Me, I’m raising a glass in your honour (WP doesn’t like my spelling but I insist on using the Queen’s English, as I am Canadian) and nodding my head knowingly, being your experienced elder and all.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      Thank you very much, Hélène. I’m planning on being a lovable old man when my grandkids eventually arrive. By that time, I’ll have used up my entire stock of grumpiness on their fathers.

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  15. eloisedesousa
    eloisedesousa says:

    Happy last day of being 40! May your gravitas be grandiose and the coughs and splutters be the accompanying music to you fantastic new adult body that will emerge from the cocoon tomorrow!
    Happy 50!

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  16. tric
    tric says:

    Oh lucky you. I hit it last year when I had a surprise party sprung on me which nearly killed me. My daughter came home upset about typical fifteen year old social nonsense today and I thought, I’d never go back. I love the age I am. Not so much the number but how I’ve reached a time in life when I couldn’t be bothered wasting time on stuff I’m not interested in. I enjoy friends I want to be with, yer man I’m stuck with, family I can’t return and a job I love.
    I hope the year holds all things great for you.
    Lá Breithe Shona duit. (Happy Birthday)

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      You must have had a fun time last year. Sadly, I’m not sure a surprise party would work in our apartment. It’s simply too small not to notice my sons huddled behind the toaster or Uncle Frank standing in the corner with a lampshade on his head.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      Thanks very much! Actually, almost everybody in this post’s comment thread who has experienced being in his or her fifties seems to have enjoyed them. It sounds like I’ve got a lot to look forward to.

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  17. nrhatch
    nrhatch says:

    Just remember . . . you may be older than you’ve ever been before but you are younger than you’ll ever be again!

    And since the memory is the first thing to go ~> make a note of it. 😀

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  18. Mary Smith
    Mary Smith says:

    Happy Birthday. I tried to think what happened when I turned 50 and certainly can’t remember receiving any gravitas. I can’t actually remember turning 50 though my 40th birthday remains clear in my memory.

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  19. arlingwoman
    arlingwoman says:

    Happy birthday, Bun! The fifties aren’t too bad. Think of it this way: the forties are the old age of youth; you are now entering the youth of old age and get to be a kid again, learning from your elders. I’ve been enjoying the opportunities. Gravitas…hmm…maybe not. Not me anyway.

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  20. Ellie P.
    Ellie P. says:

    Oh, stop wallowing! 😀 Actually, I know exactly how you feel, because I’ve been there too – “Sob! My youth is gonnnnee!!!!!” – when I turned 40, then 50, then 60, then (EEK!! 70!) Yes indeedy, and I’m here to tell you, it’s just a friggin’ number. My brain thinks it’s still 39, ok? Well, maybe 49… I have to be at least one year older than my daughter, right? lol! Here are a couple of short posts I wrote when I faced the big 7-0 in 2015. Enjoy. And rejoice that you’re not there yet. 🙂 Happy Birthday Bun!!!
    https://crossedeyesanddottedtees.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/its-only-a-number/
    https://crossedeyesanddottedtees.wordpress.com/2015/10/07/7-things-ive-learned-not-to-do-in-70-years/

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      • Ellie P.
        Ellie P. says:

        Well thanks a bunch for making me schlep over to my own post to see what the heck #5 is. You think I have ’em memorized? (Don’t mind me. I just woke up against my will…Thanks, Annie! Argh. Going back to sleep now! Sayonara!)(hoping that word is appropriate!)

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  21. Francis.R.
    Francis.R. says:

    Congratulations, Bun. In the twentieth century you had been an old man and time to ask for a younger mail order bride and a Ferrari xD but know 50s is a nice age. Hoping you had a good day : )

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  22. YellowCable
    YellowCable says:

    Happy Birthday! Don’t think to far into 50 or more. I am sure when you get there it will be just the same as you are turning at 40. The entire course of getting there is another matter 😉

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  23. Sue Slaght
    Sue Slaght says:

    Happy Birthday Bun! Considering I am five years past the mark I can assure you the morning will dawn quite wonderfully. Every day is a gift my friend. They only get more precious with each passing year. My Grandfather used ot say that life is like a roll of toilet paper which gets spinning much faster toward the end.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      That’s a good point, Lloyd. I wonder if I should start referring to myself as Mr. Karyudo. Hmm… Actually, my gravitas hasn’t turned up yet, so I think I’ll stick with “Bun” in the meantime. 🙂

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  24. Gabe Burkhardt
    Gabe Burkhardt says:

    Obviously, I need to start by offering my condolences (in an obnoxiously loud voice so you can hear it).

    Now that that’s out of the way, I hear there are a few other seldom mentioned benefits you might enjoy for your 50th: drinking 2 Metamucils every afternoon without shame or guilt, a relaxing colonoscopy, and an appreciation for the TV show Matlock. Your welcome.

    Since you’ve already forgotten my initial thought, I’ll repeat it: Obviously, I need to start by offering my condolences (in an obnoxiously loud voice so you can hear it).

    Happy Birthday Bun!

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      Thank you very much, Donna! I was very glad to hear that turning fifty was such a good thing for you. Now I’m glad I decided to make the move out of my forties. 🙂

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  25. dave ply
    dave ply says:

    I can relate – I just hit 60 a week or so ago. That day didn’t seem much different than the day before, and today I can’t remember either of them. 😉 My formerly older siblings enjoyed it though, since they stopped at aging at 39 so many years ago I’m now their much older brother. Their kids are older than they are as well, so you need to remind yours to age quickly…

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  26. elfidd / The Rooster
    elfidd / The Rooster says:

    Happy page turning day. I have a friend in London who turned a page yesterday and this was his day:

    Many thanks to all 84 of you who wished me a Happy Birthday yesterday. The Day started with a Shower,cut my Toenails and Fingernails. Off on the School Run,went to Mass and teased the old Cork man at the back of the Church for Kilkenny beating Cork in the Hurling on Sunday. Then down to Barclays Bank,got my Haircut,then into Iceland and bought a Bag of Large King Prawns,went Home and cooked them with Garlic, Onions and Mushrooms with Sweet Chilly Sauce and ate them on 2 Slices of Wholemeal Multiseeded Bread toasted for Lunch.Then out ,cut the grass ,Front and Back.Down to my Golf Club and played 9 Holes.Then off to the Swimming Pool did 20 lengths,up to the School to collect my Daughter and back to Iceland to buy some goodies for a Buffet .Home then and cooked everything for my Family and washed it all down with 4 Cans of Strongbow Cider,watched Arsenal get beaten 5-1 and then off to Bed and read Fri Tommy Maher’s Book The Godfather of Hurling and eventually fell asleep…I’ve had worse Days I Suppose.

    Now there is a busy day on the calendar. The best my friend.

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  27. Samantha
    Samantha says:

    Happy 50th, Bun! And you make it sound as if your life is like in the Sims: you age and POOF! everything changes! Who knows, maybe you’ll be surprised to find you’re still the same tomorrow! 😉

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  28. Elliesofia
    Elliesofia says:

    By the time you read this, your big day will be over but I wish you belated happy birthday wishes. 50 is no age really – I hit 59 last year and have a birthday in six months time which is an unmentionable one so, in my case, well, I’ve decided that I’m going backwards from now on. Therefore, I will be a mere 58 next birthday and that’s quite old enough for me, thank you. Ellie x 🙂

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  29. sportsattitudes
    sportsattitudes says:

    Happy 50th Birthday Bun! You know from a very young age I was advised if you don’t have anything positive to say don’t say anything at all. This concludes my comment about turning 50. Kidding. Kind of. From my experience 50 was when my body started to strongly advise me certain tasks and movements were now up for review…but also a time when my mind and peace of mind improved. It was a trade-off but post-50 ain’t so bad…as long as I don’t get too crazy with doing strenuous activities…like getting up.

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  30. wordsfromanneli
    wordsfromanneli says:

    Do you have any idea how many people would give their eye teeth (if they have any left at all) to turn fifty again? But I suppose it can be traumatic. You’ll get used to it. 😉

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  31. Diane (@digbydigz)
    Diane (@digbydigz) says:

    When you turn 50 you get to join the secret club. All members are allowed to wear striped socks with polka-dot pants, dance the jig whenever the mood strikes, and do ‘purt near anything your big ‘ol heart desires. Welcome to old, er, the golden age!

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  32. windowcolquhoun810
    windowcolquhoun810 says:

    Happy Birthday Bun. You could have a mid-life crisis and grow a beard; sport a tattoo or fifty; wear a large, disc earring or nose-ring; join a bikie group; or meditate cross-legged at an ashram – the sky is the limit.
    Have a great birthday celebration!

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  33. Binky
    Binky says:

    The joyful writings of your youth may be behind you, but you can look forward to having the wisdom of the elders and the respect of young’uns everywhere now that you have finally graduated into adulthood. In the olden days it used to be known as old age, but we know know that 50 is the new 30. At least with enough chocolate it is.

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  34. patriciaruthsusan
    patriciaruthsusan says:

    Fifty isn’t so bad. My children are sliding into the forties. My son has turned forty and didn’t seem to mind much but my daughter is holding onto her thirties with both hands and her teeth. I’m in my seventies and am resigned to it. I actually have no choice except the one I’d rather not face yet. Humorous post, Bun. 😀 — Suzanne

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      I hope your daughter doesn’t get bite marks on her thirties from clenching her teeth onto them too hard.

      In my case, I think turning 50 has been one of the easiest big birthday so far. The one I think I was must upset about was turning 30. Goodness only knows why, though.

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  35. patriciaruthsusan
    patriciaruthsusan says:

    I understand. Turning 30 bothered me because at a time when most women were married by then I was still single. By the time I turned 40 I was married and so busy with two children ages 5 and 3 that I hardly noticed. 😀 — Suzanne

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  36. Steve Wilkerson
    Steve Wilkerson says:

    You are but a child yet. And adulthood, if it comes at all, is well down the pike. At almost 74 I have continued to escape it although my running speed has dropped and I think I hear its steps approaching. Other days I think it’s in front and I’m catching up. My guess is that when it finally arrives it will appear from nowhere to kidnap me (and cart me off in the white van that TV requires kidnappers to use).

    Meanwhile, have a happy birthday and many more.

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  37. sanseilife
    sanseilife says:

    Some of my favorite people are Pisces! You are a wise and gifted writer according to bloggers astrology. Omedeto and have a great year!I couldn’t find a Pisces emoji so you’ll have to do with a shark!

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      They say that as well as being sensitive and creative, Pisceans are also indecisive. I think that’s only natural in a sign represented by two fish who can’t even agree on the direction they should be swimming.

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  38. SD Gates
    SD Gates says:

    Happy Belated Birthday. From my experience, going into your 50s is a huge relief, because you just don’t give a crap what anyone thinks or says about you. You no longer have to suck in your gut or stand straight, or try not to do stupid things, because nobody is looking anymore. Enjoy the freedom!!!!!

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  39. Mrs. Completely
    Mrs. Completely says:

    As per usual, I screwed up the whole ‘Turning 50’ thing. I thought I was turning 50 and was stressed out about it because I haven’t accomplished much to be such an age, but then The Viking did the math and it turned out I was only turning 49. But I burned off all the emotions of turning 50 when I turned 49 so when I actually turned 50 it was no big deal. My only concern was the location of my chocolate birthday cake because my eyesight failed overnight. Oh. And I also suddenly like Frank Sinatra & Dean Martin.

    Happy Birthday, Bun. Make it a great one. :o)

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  40. vanbytheriver
    vanbytheriver says:

    Only 50 ??? Somehow, you have the wisdom of someone much older. Or maybe it’s just the sense of humor ?? Hope you enjoy every minute of it…it was a great decade ! At least, as much of it as I can remember… just one of the perks.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      Pretty much everybody on this comment thread who has experienced being in his or her fifties has been hugely positive about it. I’m now beginning to suspect this may be my best decade yet.

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  41. Anne Mehrling
    Anne Mehrling says:

    I saved your post for last, like dessert. It has taken so long to read all the amusing comments that I may have to take this to bed with me. Happy birthday, and MANY happy returns!

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  42. leggypeggy
    leggypeggy says:

    Your comment about your childhood photos reminds me of when a friend’s young daughter was watching TV and turned to ask him ‘were you alive when the world was just black and white?’.

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      That’s cute! Funnily enough, when I was very young, I used to have a similar idea. I also thought that people walked in a jerky way and had to communicate with one another using slides with captions.

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  43. Soul Gifts
    Soul Gifts says:

    Old age? What is that? Whatever it is, I don’t want it – neither should you. I’ve heard nasty things about it. Better to stay young and dye your hair purple. I alternate between purple and pink. Although I am contemplating maybe green or blue next. What do you think ?

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  44. Peter Klopp
    Peter Klopp says:

    This time you are driving the hyperbole of your story telling one notch too far. I remember a colleague of mine who turned forty with similar anxiety attacks. What shall I say turning 75 this month? Cheer up, Bun, with today’s life expectancy, you are merely at the midpoint of your life. Oh, I almost forgot, best wishes and Happy Birthday!

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  45. Jeanette Clawson
    Jeanette Clawson says:

    Thanks for pioneering 50 for me! I make the big change in August of this year. I have had the benefit of seeing my husband explore that brave new age. One perk is that he sometimes gets discounts on things. Happy Birthday.

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  46. jenanita01
    jenanita01 says:

    Looking back to fifty from where I am today, it does seem irrelevant now. Luckily, so much gets better with age, and any disadvantages are small. She says with her fingers crossed behind her back!
    Have a great birthday, Bun!

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  47. Hariod Brawn
    Hariod Brawn says:

    You haven’t even got close to 19,000 days yet, Bun, and old age doesn’t even begin ’til you’ve done at least 25,000. Years are meaningless, as who cares how many times the earth went ’round the sun during their lives when we never actually experience that? What’s relevant is days, which we experience with perceived markers of dawn and dusk. Just don’t buy a motorbike and start wearing baseball caps backwards, okay?

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      That’s an interesting way to look at things, Hariod, and one with which I have a great deal of sympathy. I have to be a little careful, though. My wife and I will soon be celebrating 20 trips around the sun since day 11,099, which involved an exchange of rings. I’m pretty sure she’s counting.

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  48. Annika Perry
    Annika Perry says:

    Haha, funny post as always! Hope you had a really good birthday, Bun and you managed to get out of bed okay the next day! As yet I have no experience of 50 but am slightly in awe of the fact that in a few years I’ll have lived for half a century! Much better so than not reaching the milestone at all…

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    • BunKaryudo
      BunKaryudo says:

      It’s funny, I’d somehow expected that once I reached fifty, I’d be able to survey the decades from my lofty vantage point. In fact, I still spend most of my time worrying about last Wednesday, next Tuesday, two weeks on Thursday, and suchlike.

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      • Annika Perry
        Annika Perry says:

        Bun, I have a feeling that never changes!! My grandfather was in nineties and still fussed about the next day, going to work, the wood-burner boiler…seems the way to live!

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  49. felicityglogan
    felicityglogan says:

    Very touching! Sorry you were so alone in bearing the fear of encroaching fate. However one of your co-miserators notes that at that age you’ll find people aren’t looking any more — so it’s an ideal time to remove the bag.

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  50. Patty
    Patty says:

    Belated happy birthday, dear Bun. I hope you had a wonderful day.
    50 is the new 40 they say (don’t know who ‘they’ are, but I agree immediately without a doubt, since I will be 50 in 5 years), so you will be in your 40-ties for another decade 🙂
    Please, promise me, to not start calling yourself an old man now: I am already very busy reminding a fellow-blogger, who is 56, that he isn’t old. If I have to start reminding you too…I think I turn ‘grey’ (hair) even quicker then I already do 😉
    XxX

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  51. dgkaye
    dgkaye says:

    Lol Bun. I hope you had a lovely birthday. And consider the alternative if you didn’t have another birthday. Chin up, you’re now entering the 2nd half of your life! 🙂

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