Rob’s 50th!

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I’ve been a bad blogger. Apologies. My only excuse is…well, life. Too much of it lately (in a good way, for the most part).

Anyhoo, let’s talk comics. Latest update: Rob turned half a century old. BAM! And yes, his milestone is modeled after my husband’s, who forbade me to announce it or post anything online about it. Hello, doesn’t the dude know I have a syndicated strip? And a wayward drawing hand? Hey, I’m not responsible for the (digital) ink that flows from my pen.

  

So yes. As things typically go in the world of PD, something happens to Rob and Jill takes it personally. That’s right, she has the midlife crisis. And it’s taking the form of extreme planning.

At least Rob’s handling this with some dignity. I hate to think how I — I mean Jill — will deal in a few years. I’m guessing a straitjacket will be involved. 

Thankfully, Jill chills a little and they enjoy a nice getaway without the extreme stuff.

As usual, Rob can read Jill like a book. Well, she’s not that deep. Maybe a tabloid magazine. But he has a point. She (and he, if he really wants to admit it) knows that there’s only so much time left, and “50” is quite a glaring marker. But 50 today isn’t our grandparents’ 50. Today’s 50-somethings are still young, hot and vibrant…just with more joint problems. 50 means you can take those little getaways without hiring a babysitter. 50 is something to celebrate.

Hopefully I can keep all this in mind in three years…and avoid that straitjacket.

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5 thoughts on “Rob’s 50th!

  1. I thought turning 50 would be hard too. Nothing like a cancer diagnosis at 48 to change that! I was THRILLED to turn 50 and will embrace EVERY birthday I get to see. Currently NED (no evidence of metestatic disease) and hoping to stay that way.

  2. My mother cried all day when she turned 30 so I thought I would too. Nah, 30 wasn’t too hard. 40 was harder. 50 would’ve been but a friend who’s a few months older than me went on and on about how cool it was to be a half century old so I decided to adopt her attitude. Now that I’m less than 2 years from 60 I hope I’ll be able to hang onto that attitude.

  3. 30 was the only one that bothered me. Probably because my generation used to say “never trust anyone over 30.”

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