Monday, March 9, 2009

MY 50th birthday idea - what will I do this year...

Huttriver fiction:

"My 50th birthday idea - what will I do this year?"

My family reminded me that I will be 50 years old next week. Not forty, but fifty! We want you to have a birthday treat; you decide and we will pay for it they said.

I agreed, but I didn't have a clue. Not a clue. Not one iota of a clue. I was totally clueless ! What on earth could I do to do something completely different? Dinner. Movies. A trip out of town. The theatre. A night at home with some DVD's? NO! No! What then? Come on you silly old bugger( I'm nearly fifty, is that getting old?) think now!

Bowling. Darts at the Pub. Down the club. A barbeque.Something I've never done? Oh come on. Think now! I saw a tourist magazine on the coffee table in the lounge. It was open but I couldn't quite make out what was in the picture - a man of about fifty appeared to be getting strapped up for some reason. What on earth was it? No way, no way. Not a bloody bungey jump! I tried that a few years ago and it nearly terrified me getting all strapped up to...jump into space. Mind you, it was an exhilerating flying through the air at a thousand miles an hour...well not quite that fast though.I came to a sudden halt just when I thought I was going to fall into the river and drown.

Now there has to be something that is really me. But just what could I do... come on now...think! I looked at the newspaper on my coffee table and saw an article and photos of icebergs floating off the coast of New Zealand." The first time this phenomenon has occurred for seventy five years. Come down to the South Island and take a helicopter ride to the icebergs - get out and walk on ancient ice that has been around for tens of thousands of years." All this was written in the newspaper, and I think I know where I'm going on my 50th Birthday! I'm off to the icebergs in New Zealand. I'm going to take a stroll on ancient ice. I'll take a flask of whiskey and have Scotch on the Rocks, away down under in New Zealand!


Anonymous said...

A life devoted to things is a dead life, a stump; a God - shaped life is a flourishing tree. PROVERBS 11:28

Kiwi Riverman - The Writer said...

Perhaps so, Paul. But thanks for the comment anyway!