Creating bucket lists has been a big deal for the past couple of years. No matter how hard I try I don’t come up with much.
I have no interest in jumping out of planes or climbing mountains. I have seen most places I’ve wanted to see. I traveled a lot in my younger days.
I have drawn, painted, rode horses, volunteered and did most things that people retire to do. I was a flower child too but that’s a whole post of it’s own.
Since I am not quite ready to die, I searched hard for some things that I would like to accomplish before my demise.
Here is my “bucket list.”
• Learn to open a pickle jar without spilling the juice all over my clothes. This is no small feat. I usually do this when company is almost at the door and the pickle juice adds a bit of “eau de pickle” to my perfume.
• Be more catlike. Did you ever watch a cat stretch out every muscle after they napped? I’d also like to feign nonchalance like they do after they have broken something expensive or their inclination to totally ignore boring people.
• Just once (well, maybe more than once) I’d like to pick the shortest checkout line. The one without the old slow people. (OMG! I’m almost one of them!)
• Live in a world without TV commercials. Sometimes they are so long that I forget what the show is about.
• Either that or learn how to use the DVR fast forward feature so I am perfectly on target when I bypass those pesky commercials.
• It would be fun to be a bartender at a beach bar where I can put umbrellas in the drinks and sing Jimmy Buffett songs. That wouldn’t last long. I’d either drink the drinks or upset people with my singing.
• Like most writer wannabes, I want to finish my book. I have a few other book ideas that I should work on but I prefer to watch my fish pond. Sometimes the excitement is so much, I can hardly contain myself.
Pathetic isn’t it.
There is one dream that I haven’t done yet. I’d like to live near water, preferably a beach community but riverside would work too — not a vacation but a permanent home. Not too remote either. It needs to be near a Starbucks.
And maybe have an orange cat (but don’t tell the beloved husband).