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| I've never thought much of a bucket list, despite enjoying that very funny movie about it. I don't want to go sky-diving or bungee jumping or fly a plane solo. I can't afford to remodel the house or travel to even a few of the places I'd love to see. But I have begun thinking of a few things I might like to do. I always regretted never learning to play the piano. That wasn't my fault. My family couldn't afford the piano or the lessons. Now I really want to see my nephew and great nieces and nephews take lessons. I can't buy pianos for them, but I might spring for a few months of lessons for some of them just to see if they have a knack for it. In fact I have even considered taking a few lessons myself. I can practice on the piano at church when it's not being used. Maybe next year, when my life calms down. I blush to admit this, but I would like to be in love again with a decent person. My marriage was horrible, but it's far behind me now. Maybe I could move on It makes me snicker; if it was difficult to date when I was younger, it would be almost impossible now. I'd like to do something creative. Write an outstanding poem, or write lyrics for a song by someone famous. Or write a novel that actually sells a few copies instead of just sitting in my lap top. There's a few more I hesitate to put in print, even for a limited readership. Needless to say, with money, the list would grow even longer. I have an even longer list of regrets, but they can't be undone. I'm going to stop thinking about my bucket list, and just live day by day. |
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