I really don’t care for the term bucket list. I’d rather think that my wishes of things to do reside in a basket full of flowers. “Bucket” is a little too rustic for me. I prefer something like this basket of cheery daffodils, each one labeled with something I want to do before I die.
And there again, I’m not really a fan of what bucket list stands for. I don’t want to have a list of things to do before I die. That’s kind of morbid, isn’t it?
I’d never heard the term “bucket list” until that movie came out with Jack 
Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. Of course, the movie was about self-discovery, and not just doing things you’ve always wanted to do before the Grim Reaper says your time has run out. Since I feel like—for the moment—that I’ve discovered everything about myself I care to, my Basket of Flowers List is about doing things for the sheer desire of doing them.
I don’t have a very long list. That’s because Jack and I tried to live large while we were out and doing things. While most of our friends were starting careers and settling down, we were flitting around the country in 
an eighteen wheeler. When our friends were older and dangling grandchildren on their knees, we were moving around the country chasing consulting jobs. We seized the day in every way we could. But there are still a few things I’d like to do someday. (Someday implies hope and not “better hurry up.”)
- Drive on Snowy Range Road outside Cheyenne, WY. We used to see the sign for Snowy Range Road when we were trucking, and the name always intrigued me. Do I have a shot? Yes.
- Drive Going to the Sun Road in Glacier National Park. I thought after eight years here in the Northwest I’d have been done this already, but noooo. Jack wanted to see Yellowstone. We have seen Yellowstone in both summer and winter, and yet I am still waiting for my cruise along Going to the Sun Road. Do I have a shot? Yes.
- Go back to the Icefield Parkway. We loved seeing that part of Alberta and it’s one of those places I’d like to see again. I have my little passport card! Do I have a shot? Yes.
- See a moose. Yep. I’ve seen those Moose Crossing signs in Vermont and been all over the western states and western Canada and still have not seen a moose. I wanna. Do I have a shot? ?? I should!
- See Australia and New Zealand. Especially now that I have a couch I can sleep on in New South Wales (surprise! Jan Selbourne!), I’d love to see Australia!! But I’d be shocked if this Basket of Flowers List wish is ever fulfilled. Too long a trip—unless I win the lottery and can take rest breaks in Hawaii (strangely, going to Hawaii has never been a wish of mine), Fiji, Tahiti, and Bora Bora along the way. Do I have a shot? Probably no, ‘cause that winning lottery number keeps eluding me.
- Go back to Scotland. Gosh, I love that country! And I’ve loved
exploring it each time I’ve had the chance. Do I have a shot at doing it again? Sadly, probably no.
That’s about it, really. I’m not one of those people who long for a lot of things just out of reach. I’ve lived a good life thus far—different, exciting, and fun—with the man I love. I figure as long as I’ve been blessed to have done that, I’ve already fulfilled most every worthwhile bucket list there is.
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Dee
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Naval Maneuvers: When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!