THE BUCKET LIST

I watched a movie the other day for the second time, "The bucket List". You've probaby seen or heard about it. About two older men, Jack Nickelson and Morgan Freeman. They both have cancer and are in the hospital together. They make s list of things they would like to do before they die. So I have been thinking ever since what I would want on a bucket list if I was to make one. So the following is my bucket list.

Number One, I would back pack across Mexico. I have never been and always wanted to go. To see the country, meet the people, learn their culture first hand. I would stay in Hostels at night sit in the little cafes and drink wine. Now that is twice I have mentioned wine in these blogs, really I am not much of a drinker, nor have never been. But sitting in a sidewalk cafe sipping wine, wearing a bright skirt and sandels. Now really doesn't that sound neat. This is a dream I would love to make come true.

Number two, learn to speak spanish. Whoops, maybe I best make this number one. It would probably be a little difficult to wander around Mexico not speaking their language.. I just love to hear spanish people talking. I think it is because they talk so fast. Their words spilling out rapidly. They speak to each other with great antimation. I love the way they move their hands and arms. Because I talk that way. I am never sure what they are saying. But I do love listening to them. I think one reason is I talk rapidly, my words spilling out, tripping over themselves. It always seems I have so much to say. Much to the irratation of others. So truly if I could learn the language I think I woulf fit in quite well.

Number Three, I would love to climb a mountain. A mountain in Colorada to be more exact. One with trees thick along its sides. Now know I am not talking a Mountain in another country like the Swiss Alps. Just a nice medium moutain, with trees and no cliffs to scale. I am adventerous but not competely over the edge yet. But I love to walk and I love to climb. So yes I would love to climb a mountain.

Number Four, I want to write a book before I die. When I was fifteen I announced one day to my family I would be published by the time I was twenty-five. Of course they all looked at me as if to say, "The strange child is speaking again." My poor family. I was the only chatty Kathy in a family of serous, quiet. thoughtful people. My Dad, brother and sisters introverts. My mother more out going but still quiet. Then there was me. Loud, active, rambling, speaking before I thought. Writing stories before I was eight. Also writing rambling poems that made no sense to anyone but me. I always told my Mom I thought I hade been adopted from Gypsy's. She assured me I wasn't. But I was always different. So very different. But I never got my book published. Oh wait a minute, I never wrote a book, just many short stories that were never published. But I always felt there was one in me. I would please like to set it free.

Number Five, I would like to take a airplane ride. If anyone does read this blog they will probably be shocked. In this day and age almost everyone has ridden in a plane. I haven't, I want too. I want to be up there in the clouds and look down through the grey fluff I want to feel I am closer to heaven. I think it would be a wonderful feeling, a feeling I want to try for myself.

So that dear friends is my bucket list. I am going to try Number two first. The number two that should have been Number one. Learning to speak spanish. I will let you know how it goes. So wish me luck.

Oh yes my sister says, "Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place. But far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at a tempting moment.