
Crappy Crafter card at Wal*mart
What does this picture have to do with the topic of this post? I am not sure yet.
But I will tell you what I was thinking about. I just came back from Delaware, visiting Maya, one of the other founders of TwitterQueens. On the long car ride home, I had the same issue with my legs and ankles that I had on the flight back from California, and now I am lying in bed with my feet propped up hoping the swelling goes down.
What a drag it is getting old…
It has been interesting to observe the creep of middle age into what we used to consider over-the-hill territory. Baby boomers have this penchant for grasping tight to middle age until the undertaker pries it loose from their stiff cold fingers. And I get this. I am thinking about starting a society called the 39 Club. We don’t make bucket lists – we just have things that we are going to get to when we have a chance, when we aren’t so busy with other things.
So here is my 39 Club List:
1. Skydiving (before the bones get too brittle)
2. See “Chicago”- the musical.
3. Take more college coursework with utter disregard for how the knowledge works into a degree
4. Go skinnydipping (okay, okay. That one was a joke. You can uncover your eyes now.)
5. Write a book.
6. Create something useful and life-altering
7. See Florence Italy for the renaissance art
8. Take a couple of months and drive around the country. Maybe that would be the basis for the book.
Really, this is it. I have no drive to own a palatial estate, although you can invite me to one anytime. I have never needed a passport, although I should get one.
This might be like the movie thing, where all I can think of for my favorite movie is Pulp Fiction, mostly for the list scene- but then I read other people’s top 10 lists and think, “Oh, I like that. Oh, and that one too!” So there are probably things that I would like to do, but only a few things that really make the list.
But where do you find time? And that is probably why the Crappy Crafter thing amuses me so much. The baking aisle in the grocery store is literally half an aisle shorter than it was 5 years ago. I used to be a pretty good artist and costume-maker; Halloweens lately have been of the tape and bow looks-good-if-you-squint variety.
It’s one hell of a balancing act- working through the list before you literally can’t any more. And if someone wants to give me an advance on that book, I can get started right away.





















