I occasionally throw out the lie, "that's on my bucket list!"....I don't have a bucket list.
I will hear, see or think of things I want to do, but I don't make a list.
I set aside some time this weekend to think about this topic:
Do I need a bucket list?
Would it be a serious list?
Would it be a fun list?
Would it be ANYTHING I want to do, or what I could ACTUALLY do?
After those 5 minutes, I came up with a plan:
I will randomly blog my thoughts about things I would like to do and therefore my blog could become my bucket list! I even created a category "bucket list".
Hopefully, the ones that love me will read this post and future posts and then do everything in their abilities to accommodate me checking things off the list.
Here are a few to start....
*Travel from coast to coast in an RV stopping and eating the best burgers along the way.
Places like Cotham's Hubcap Burger (which is in Little Rock, so I COULD eat here easily without the RV roadtrip)
*Write my books
Yes, they would be books of nothing, much like this blog...... but I LOVE to write!
I never claimed to be a GOOD writer. OR a writer that looks this good!
*Live in a houseboat on a river
Possibly this river:
Scratched off the list:
being a mom of boys
loving a bald man
drowning (that almost ended the bucket list)
taking a back roads tour of Tijuana in a stranger's car (could have ended the bucket list)
running in the rain
running at sunset
grilling burgers with Johnny Depp
My Sunday FRIEND felt it was time to see how far she could push me today. I think she won.
I am so glad I taught school and had kids in my 20s, when I was creative and successful in making all children do the right thing.
After a horrible week of migraines and no sleep, I gave into rationalizing the need my FRIEND would have to roam the halls, instead of sitting with her class.
I convinced myself that it would not set a precedence for what would happen every Sunday.
As we roamed from empty room to empty room, we found objects that started with....whatever letter she chose.
Educational.....but with each shrill and giggle of enjoyment I knew I was losing the idea of ever joining the class for music and story time.
When my FRIEND shot down the hall and up the stairs, I knew I had created future Sunday disasters.
I searched my brilliant brain for a creative way to discourage anymore of these actions.
Knowing that she really doesn't like to be held or forcefully moved, I stupidly said:
"you come down the stairs or I'm going to turn you into a sack of potatoes."
She stared wide-eyed but curious as I picked her up and swung her over my shoulder (like a sack of potatoes).
Her giggles and big smile alerted me that this was NOT going to discourage her.
Trying to salvage the situation, I told her that next Sunday we must join the class:
"What would you like me to bring, for you to hold quietly in your hands, as we sit with the class."
"This fish!" she pointed to the ginormous goldfish swimming in the 1000 gallon tank beside us.
Her feeling of excitement met my "oh, crap" feeling.
Soon her mother arrived.
"Bye Market!", she melts me with the way she pronounces my name.
I can only assume that MOM was wondering why her daughter was roaming the halls with me instead of joining her class, because what is the use of ME if her daughter is not with her peers. MOM gave me an unsure but polite smile and thanked me for being with FRIEND.
"Bye 'FRIEND', see you next Sunday!"
My FRIEND melts me with her smile as she yells, "Market, put me back in the sack of potatoes!"
and skips away.
I glance at MOM. She's not smiling as she turns and hesitantly waves bye to me.
.......now, where to get a fish before next Sunday.......