Apparently I have one, a bucket list. There are things I should do before I die according to the Big Guy. I have more “I should do that” or “That would be fun, let’s do that one day” thoughts which are not on paper and may or may not happen. So…nope, no sheet of paper with the title “Things I really want to do” with a sub-title of “Must do or I will die unhappy” list taped to the fridge. No, I have just two little dreams: 1 – is to write and 2 – is to play the piano again. Both by the way, I am doing, well, the writing I am doing, s-l-o-w-l-y and the tinkling of the ivories, not at all.
I want to play, really I do. But, I am not disciplined. I procrastinate. I have many others things to do. I have priorities which I am or not fulfilling. Therefore a bucket list would languish and fade with time, never to be fulfilled.
Oh, I would like to go back to Italy one day, visit Scotland, Ireland, back to England, maybe some parts of France and Spain, yes to Australia. Maybe a safari in Africa. Friends who have been say it is awe-inspiring.
I am not a ride in a balloon or shoot the rapids or bungee jump off a cliff or a bridge or any tall free-standing edifice, (are you freaking kidding me, people do that for FUN!) or climb to the mountain tops, kind of person. I like my feet on the ground. I like safe. I like dry as opposed to wet. So…nope to the bucket list of things I must do before I croak. Besides, I want to stick close to home if Mom declines or departs. I need and want to be with her.
Now the Big Guy is talking about what we should do together, a sort of list of things to do in the future, like go to Scotland for a single malt tour. Last year our best neighbours went to San Francisco and rode bicycles over the Golden Gate Bridge, into Sausalito and back across the water on a ferry. He, the Big Guy loves, loves to ride his bicycle. Me, not so much liking the bicycle. I like walking. So, for my birthday week last month, we travelled by train to Eugene to have some fun with Julie and Dan, then onto San Francisco to ride bikes over the Golden Gate Bridge. It was my best birthday week ever according to the man.
If I can, you can. See!
So, if I did have a list and ride bikes across the Golden Gate was on it, I could cross it off. I wonder what else is on his list which includes me riding another bicycle. Maybe an European bicycle tour. I’m not fond of that idea. Although, I am thinking about the pilgrim’s walk in Spain and I would have to train for that trip. Maybe, I should start a list? Nah.
Stay safe and loved.