What Bucket?

I have always been a firm believer that the more you do, the more you see, the more you try, the better. So many items on my list are kind of open-ended. I don’t really expect to see every square inch of this planet, but until I have, there’s always more to see and more to do, new activities to try, new music to hear, new foods to taste.

So the list, such as it is:

#1: live to a ripe old age, firmly ignoring the existence of said bucket for as long as possible, with my husband by my side, surrounded by kids, grandkids, even great grandkids, and just as importantly, friends.

#2: I’m a mom. Of course I want to see my kids grow up to be happy, productive members of society, happily mated with families of their own.

#3: Travel. Like I mentioned above, I’d like to see it all. England, Scotland, Ireland for starters. The Mediterranean, the Amazon, Egypt, the Great Wall…

#4: Swim with dolphins, take the Orient Express, ride a camel in the desert, an elephant in India, and a Land Rover in Africa. I don’t want to just see places from a sanitized tour bus and hotel room, I want to really experience them. Surfing was on my list until last summer when I got to try it. Was horrible at it, but who cares?I tried it.

#5: As a writer, I’ve got to echo a few ideas mentioned earlier in the week. I’d love to have an NYT bestseller. I’d love to have one of my books made into a movie. I’d love to hear some of my favorite authors say, “Cindy? Yeah, her stuff is really good.”

#6: Make a difference. I want to be remembered by someone, somewhere as a person who did at least a little bit to make the world a better place.

I’m sure there’s more. I’m a greedy little thing when it comes to experiences. There are at least a zillion places I want to have sex with my husband, just for starters...