Uh breaker OneNine this here’s the Rubber Duck. You gotta a copy on me PigPen comeon? Uh yeah ten-four PigPen fer sure fer sure by golly it’s clean clear to Flag Town, comeon? Yeah, it’s a big 10-4 there PigPen.. yeah we definately got the front door good buddy… mercy sakes alive looks like we got us a convoy…

Those are the magical opening lines to C.W. McCall’s song Convoy. Not entirely certain why it’s rollin ’round my head tonight, but it might have something to do with the fact that Jess and I are hitting the road tomorrow after work for Indiana. We’re going to spend turkey day in Wabash with my family and then roll back north sometime Saturday. I hope to take tons of pictures while I’m there (and maybe some video clips also), so look for a big post at the end of the weekend or early next week. In the meantime, keep the bugs off yer glass and the bears off yer … tail. We’ll catch ya on the flipflop….

I am getting tired earlier lately. At first I thought it was due to the time change and that my body was rebelling in its own, albeit ineffectual, way. Then I thought… maybe I am getting old.

Lately I have been noticing that more and more television shows are not really appropriate for young children. There is a show on Fox called Quintuplets that seems to have a recurring theme of 15 year old sexual angst. Granted, most 15 year olds are in a state of perpetual sexual angst. We just don’t need it to be sexualized. On television. In very skimpy clothes. Sometimes even less than that. Then I stopped and thought about what I had been thinking (yeah, figure that one out)… and I thought (still with me)… maybe I am getting old.

I had to see the doctor the other day because I thought I had a hernia. I was thinking the worst. And I was convinced hernias were only had by old people. Turns out lots of people get hernias. And not all them are old (the people, not the hernias. though I guess you could have an old hernia?!). Also turns out that I don’t have a hernia. Apparently I irritated some nerve in my lower back that is trying to bring other parts into the deal (I always knew that back was a troublemaker). So how might I have done that to my back? By lifting a dock section out of the water last weekend in a manner that I had done many times before. Difference was… this time my body rebelled in a very effective way! … maybe I am getting old.

I just sent an email to a friend I have known since about the 5th grade. We had been reminiscing (electronically, of course) about the “old days” and how we are all grown up with families and careers. And I thought… hell… everyone is getting old.

My 34th birthday is coming up pretty soon. 34 isn’t exactly a mile-marking birthday… it doesn’t really deserve a surprise birthday party… it’s more of a duck-and-dash kinda birthday. You just want it over with so you can pretend like it didn’t happen. Maybe that is why I have been wondering about this whole age thing lately…. or… maybe I am just getting old and that’s what old people do. They obsess about getting old. I have to go now though. Quintuplets is on.