Anniversaries

I start thinking what I could offer myself for my anniversary. In less than three weeks, I will be 49. And even more importantly, how I can mark the quarter of a century of my academic work, in the autumn 2022. 1997-2022, twenty-five years... of what? Ćwierćwiecze pracy naukowej. Sounds better in Polish, somehow. 
I could buy myself an expensive pen. 
Expensive bookstand.
Expensive notebook to write down my academic memories (uhhhhh!..).
I already possess all these things.
Expensive dressing gown, for this winter my flat may not be as well heated as it was in France, so I won't be able to go on writing naked like an Amazonian Indian. 
I could order a special cake, with the words 25 LAT PRACY NAUKOWEJ written with sweet chocolate paste. 
I could write something special. I'm finishing an essay on Manet that I started as a student, a quarter of a century ago. I already did such things for the 20th anniversary of my academic work (this is when I finished and published an old essay on androgyny). This one about Olympia is, as far as I can see it, the last of those old ideas, or at least those old texts. 
In my old university (I mean the Jagiellonian one), they were masters of commemoration. They were organizing sweetie parties, publishing collective volumes, etc. They loved anniversaries of academic work. 
Yeah, for the 25th anniversary of my academic work, I should publish something. Perhaps on art. I always wanted to write about art. I could write an essay on Van Gogh.
I could translate into English the translatable part of the abundant writings I produced along these 25 years.