Feb 02

I had an operation last month. I wouldn’t recommend it.

Back in October I was playing football / soccer when I got a kick on the leg. To be fair, I’m not sure it was a kick now. I had ruptured my Achilles, although I didn’t know that at the time, but it seems with nearly every Achilles injury, the injured player is convinced he had been hit or kicked. That’s how it feels, when most of the time it just goes.

The referee gave a free-kick (from which we scored incidentally), but I do remember some of the players – even on my own team! – thinking I had dived. So maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t, makes no difference really.

I hobbled around for a couple of months, finally caved and went to a doctor. He told me I needed surgery if I ever wanted to jog and / or play again.

So on January 9 I had the op. They slice open the back of your leg and tie the severed Achilles back together. I was in plaster for two-and-a-half weeks, now I’m in a boot. I can’t put any weight on it for two months, and can’t drive for three months. Fun, eh?

I’ll let you know how I’m getting along in a month. Being 50 is terrible…

Jan 02

It’s the start of a new month, a new year, a new decade. It sort of passed me by that it was the start of the twenties, to be honest.

I guess I’ve been busy recently – a familiar refrain I know – and the 10-year milestone wasn’t really in the forefront of my mind. When you think about it, you only live in what? Seven, eight, nine different decades in your life?

But I haven’t thought about how things have changed in 10 years. Actually, I kind of am now for the first time while writing this.

I’m guessing most of us have a similar tale to tell. We are all getting older, we have probably all lost someone, we have had circumstances change in both our work and personal lives. Some things have changed for the better, some for the worse.

Personally, My daughter was only two a decade ago. Now she is on the cusp of being a teenager. It’s a big change. I was married 10 years ago, now I’m with someone else.

Back then I was a stay-at-home dad who earned some money here and there, now I’m a writer who earns some money here and there. I owned a house in New Orleans, now I own a different house in New Orleans. Back then I was 40, now I’m 50. I believe that’s how time works.

So yeah, the more things change, the more… etc, right? Here’s to the next 10 years.

Dec 02

There’s a cricket term for you. Not often I get to use one of those on this side of the Pond.

I turned 50 last week. I had a good time, a party a few days before my birthday, and another celebration on the day. This year it fell the day before Thanksgiving which is unusual, but it meant many people who would have been at work were off that day, or at least got out early.

The drawback was that many people go out of town for the holidays, so I was missing some friends from my party. We would have had a few more if they had not been visiting family, or taking the opportunity of being off work for a few days to nip away, but no big deal. We enjoyed ourselves anyway.

So far it doesn’t feel much different to being 49, but as I’ve only been in my sixth decade for five days, I suppose it’s early days. Ask me again in, let’s see, three months? Six months?

Sure age is just a number, right? Ozzy Osbourne turns 71 tomorrow and he is still going strong. If I’m still as active in another 21 years as he is today, I’ll be delighted.

My big birthday over, now Christmas is right around the corner. No rest for the wicked, right? Or the elderly…

Nov 02

I’ve probably used that title before. But in a different way.

We bought a house in September and we are settling in. It means the last three posts I’ve written have all been in different spots: my old place, New York, now the new home. In fact some of the recent blogs have been bashed out across the Atlantic, so it seems like I’m an international playboy jet-setter, when in fact I’m as far from that as you can imagine.

Still though, it does bring something home to me, about how I can work from just about anywhere. That’s got to be worth something I suppose. At a time when there are always bills to pay, when you are struggling to scrape up the money for something, it’s a comfort I guess.

Flexibility, and not needing to be at a certain place at a certain time, obviously has its advantages. Getting a regular, weekly guaranteed paycheck does as well of course. Different strokes for different strokes, as someone once said.

Anyway, I’m off to the pub to watch Chelsea. That’s the other place where I do a lot of my work these days… Til next time.

Oct 01

I’m writing this in Manhattan, overlooking the Hudson River. It’s a hard life I know.

We are in New York City for five nights. We based the trip around seeing a friend who played Carnegie Hall last night, but then we rolled some other stuff into the stay. It’s what we at home call, “a mini-break” or “a city break.” Once upon a time I used to sell them for a living.

It’s been a while since I’ve been here. I’ve just done a bit of research on the web, and I think it was May 2013, so more than six years ago. It’s funny how fast time goes when you are old like me.

But this may be the first time I have not traipsed around any of the tourist sites. Usually I like to walk around Manhattan, soak up the atmosphere and such. But we have been flat-out visiting friends, watching football and meeting babies, so no time for any of that typical vacation nonsense. Maybe I’ll squeeze a wee bit in tomorrow.

So a blog from New York City. How cosmopolitan and travelled I am. And if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to yell at a cab driver and eat at a deli…

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