Kick the Bucket

What are the top items on your anti-bucket list — those things you never, ever want to do, the places you never want to visit, books you never want to read, etc.?(This was a WP Daily Prompt from 12/14/14)

This is an interesting topic due to its negative tone but one that resonates with everyone. For every thought, song, food, drink, activity, travel destination, article of clothing, etc. that intrigues, there is someone else experiencing repulsion. Each person has a few things on their Never-To-Do list. Sometimes you need to eliminate what you don’t want to find out what you really do want.

Despite being an athlete for many years, I am not a runner. It has been a part of my competitive training but never something I would do for enjoyment. I have tried to make a habit of running, at least on a treadmill, when I have been in decent shape but it is otherwise not easy or appealing for me. A marathon would be my undoing, for sure.

I have been to Pike’s Peak, done some light hiking in the mountains, climbed all over The Badlands, and have enjoyed various forms of nature at different elevations but I have no inclination to go deep-sea diving, skydiving, paragliding or any other activity that involves me throwing total caution to the wind, as it were. Class III rapids is where the buck stops with me. I can deal with depth and heights so long as I can do it as safely and securely as possible.

I am not one for plastic surgery, or any surgery, but feel that it might be fine for someone else if that is what they choose. After watching my parents recover from multiple joint replacement surgeries, I am hoping to keep my body healthy enough to never necessitate going under the knife.

Among the other things I wish not to do are: be famous, run for office, take a cruise into the middle of the ocean or read The Hunger Games books. A life in the limelight is not for me, as there are days I would rather not be bothered, much less have cameras follow my every move. Politicians often have to say what will get them elected or do what the donors/lobbyists/powers-that-be want, rather than what the people want or what is right. Not for me. I have no interest in setting myself up for what would be very risky propositions by taking a cruise. For every positive story I have heard, I counter it with stories of illness and other cruise disasters gone wrong. As for The Hunger Games series, read by youth and adults alike, I will pass. As I watched the first Hunger Games movie, I was shocked with the content – the forced violence by youth, the oppression, and the overt pageantry of the elite. After years of reading fiction, I now prefer to read books that teach me something or get me thinking.

Basically, my Boyfriend says that I shouldn’t get out of bed!

© blogdaysofchrell 2014

Families are Complicated… Part II

After the writing of “Families are Complicated”, we started contemplating the logistics of the trip. Driving 18-20 hours. In winter through areas that get snow and ice. With a cat. Then I got sick and Boyfriend’s back acted up, trip cancelled after being up in the air. Apparently, this is not the right time.

We will probably make the trip in the spring, rather than in winter, and all previously expressed sentiments remain. I go into the next few days surrounding Christmas with mixed feelings. I would have liked the chance to see my family, my brother included (if he didn’t get stranded in an airport), and to have it go well. I would have liked for Boyfriend’s family to be happy to see us, or at least be considerate and deferential. I would have, hopefully, enjoyed a few hours experiencing the freedom of the open road.

We knew when we moved 18 hours from home that visits would be difficult for us to make, given that it would be a long, and probably, pricey trip on top of our everyday expenses. We also knew that Texas was pretty far from everything else, and that this would not be at the top of people’s travel destinations despite being 30-45 minutes from a really cool city and beautiful landscape. This was our choice, and I am a big girl. I am hopeful that expressions of, “You couldn’t make it, I guess we’ll have to come see you,” will come true. It would be great to show family why we moved here, to take them to see the bats at sunset, to show them Hill Country and what the Great State of Texas has to offer. I remain hopeful, as always…

© blogdaysofchrell 2014