Now that the light is slowly returning to the northern hemisphere, I’m able to keep my eyes open for longer periods each day. One of the first things I’ve noticed is the appalling condition of our yard. This is due to long-term neglect, but I prefer to blame it on lack of rain and the demolition efforts of Lucy-puppy. Since I don’t enjoy gardening, I hunker down in my office and entertain myself with things I do enjoy—like updating my Bucket List.
It’s important when writing a Bucket List to include only those items that are within the realm of possibility. For example, don’t write that you want to die with dignity. Only three people will ever accomplish that, and you and I aren’t one of them. This goes along with wanting to avoid dementia or becoming a burden to your kids. Let’s face it, our kids already think we have dementia, and we are a burden to them.
Over time, your Bucket List will change. As you check off what you’ve accomplished, you’ll discover new things. For example, a few years ago my Bucket List looked like this:
Visit Washington DC.
Enter a quilt in the Fort Bragg Quilt Show.
Participate in a flash mob.
Participate in a triathlon (actually, this was not on my list, but on that of my friend Kathleen who forced me into the torture of helping her realize it).
Start a blog.
I have since visited Washington DC and Boston.
I didn’t even know I had the desire to enter a quilt in the Fort Bragg Quilt Show until I made two quilts that weren’t horrible and received compliments from long-time quilters. They assured me I wouldn’t be humiliated—so I entered. I didn’t win a prize, but let go of my grudge against the judges after only a few months.
I organized and participated in a flash mob.
I lived through the triathlon (although while training I sometimes wished for death—with or without dignity—so I could get out of it).
I started a blog.
The items currently on my list:
Get a license to carry a concealed weapon. (Upon hearing this, my husband hid the guns and ammo.)
Find the guns and ammo.
Be a juror on a murder trial.
Get appointed to the Mendocino County Grand Jury (because I
am terribly nosey want to be of public service).
Train Lucy to become Fort Bragg’s first bomb-sniffing dog.
Some consider my current Bucket List to be dark and bordering on violent. They may be right. Perhaps the list is reflective of how I subconsciously feel about the approach of another birthday—one that will propel me into a new decade.
I tend to get this way—dark and violent—whenever the second digit of my birthday is a 9. Once the number officially becomes a 0, I settle down and stop threatening to hurt people. By the end of this month, my Bucket List might look a whole lot different than it does today.
So tell me, what’s on your Bucket List?