Old fuck

We've had a wonderful weekend, though parts of it hurt like hell.

I am now forty-five years old.

Y'all sit and think about that number for a while. How old were you when you were first aware of your own age? How old were your parents at that moment? How old were your grandparents?

For me: I was aware of being... four. At that moment, my father was not quite thirty. My grandmother -- his mother -- had been dead for four years, and his wife's mother was about forty-three.

Now, I'm 45.

I am an old fuck.

Still, my future wife seems to like me. She took me out to dinner on Friday. I pulled muscles in my back cleaning out the TDI to make it ready for her dolled-up self to sit in, suffered through dinner and fooling around afterward, and then slept badly. Saturday morning, we had to get up early, which didn't help.

We drove up to Cortland, New York, which is about midway between Syracuse and Binghamton, for the fall show of the Easter Flemish Giant Breeders Association. We wanted Ben (and us) to see lots and lots of giant wabbits, and we weren't disappointed. 143 megawabbits, some quite spectacularly colored and all of giant size, were on hand. We missed the judging, which took place earlier in the day, but stuck around for social stuff, dinner and a loud, intense rainstorm that kept everyone inside. Among other things, Ben got to witness some wabbit porn, wherein two breeders decided to introduce their fawn-colored Flemish Giants to each other.

I have to tell you, wabbit sex looks like no fun at all. Mr. Wabbit Man got on the back of the intended target, and in about three seconds of diddling, it was over. He went over and snurfled the judging pens, and his just-departed partner looked terribly... guilty. It was like, "what, no roses I can eat? No candy? No music?"

Nope. Just hop on up, diddle a little bit, and then go over and see if there's a few stray strands of hay to eat. Rabbits are not terribly romantic.

We ended up leaving around nine o'clock, driving back into Pennsylvania through intermittent rain. Eventually my eyeballs felt furry, and we pulled over and rested for a while in a rest area along I-81, until it started to rain. Damn if I was going to sleep in the car with the humidity going up, so I started the TDI up and we went about 50 more miles down the road and found a truckstop south of the rain and slept some more. We finally got home around 8 this morning, whereupon I slept. A lot.

Max helped.

My back is somewhat better now, after about ten ibuprofen this afternoon. Went out to the mailbox and got some birthday cards from people, including my stepmother. Hers was the most tasteful and lowest-key... probably tomorrow, I'll call her, since tomorrow would have been my father's 71st birthday. I think she could use the affirmation.

Affirmation from a guy who's still pretty damn old now.