I do not have a bucket list. I can’t think of anything at the moment that I must do before I kick that old bucket. I always wanted to see whales out in the ocean, and I did that a few years ago, so I’m content. Besides, at my age, some of the things that were once on my bucket list are unattainable now. For example, I was an anthropology minor in college. I wanted to major in it, but my father thought I should major in something that would get me a job. So I majored in English. My engineer father didn’t see the difference. Anyway, I always wanted to go on a dig in Africa with Dr. Louis Leaky. Ain’t going to happen. I’m too old, and perhaps more importantly, Dr. Leaky has been dead for forty years.
Yesterday I was reading a blog that mentioned a writing prompt about making a reverse bucket list. In other words, make a list of the things you don’t ever want to do. That’s much easier. Several things come to mind immediately. For one, bungee jumping. The idea of jumping off a bridge with a giant elastic band tied to your ankles and dangling upside down over a raging river is not my idea of fun. I know, call me crazy.
Camping would be another thing on my anti-bucket list. I know many of you fellow bloggers would relish a camping trip to the Grand Tetons or the Appalachian Trail, putting up your tent and cooking over a campfire, but my idea of roughing it is staying in a hotel without a sleep number bed and no USA Today left outside my door. I love the Great Outdoors, but when nighttime begins to fall, I want to be back in the Great Indoors. You know, the one with an actual bathroom?
I once thought I wanted a Volkswagon Karmann Ghia, but besides the fact that they haven’t been made in nearly forty years, I’ve outgrown my desire for a little sports car. I’m a little claustrophobic, I don’t like speed, I don’t like to ride low to the ground, and getting in and out of those little cars with my old knees and hips is downright painful. I would prefer a fully loaded Buick LaCrosse ( actually, I’d prefer a Mercedes CLS63, but my son-in-law is an engineer with General Motors, so I want to appear to be a good mother-in-law).
What are some of the things you would never want to do?