I've been trying to get some serious work done on an article (on the lexical semantics of Latin horror), so, no blogging for the last couple of weeks.
I turned 50 yesterday (hence the headline), but I actually feel pretty good about it. My sister-in-law tells me "50 is the new 30!" I don't know about that, but I do know a lot of people who've told me that their 50's were some of their best years.
So far the best thing has been receiving the good wishes of friends and family, and that has been very good indeed. For a present, Laurette arranged for neighbor Bert Vanderveen to take photos of our kids and surprised me with them yesterday. I was just floored -- it was the best present I ever got.
I also felt like I got a pretty good deal on the car: I talked the dealer up $1500 from his initial offer on my trade-in, plus they were offering a $1500 incentive and very low interest on the financing. All that, plus a $1500 federal tax credit, helped to stave off buyer's remorse.
But I had another "Wait, Stop!" moment this morning when I let Sam, who got his driver's license on Friday, drive off to school with his sister in the new car. Ack! Can't believe I did that. But what are you gonna do?
I may have been worried (more about them than about the car), but let me tell you they were pretty pumped. Yes, I know that a Toyota Prius is not exactly every kid's dream car. But if you had been thinking you'd be arriving in the school parking lot in a minivan, well, it's pretty darn good.