Monday, 4 August 2008

eight things to do

Tagged by that Hot Thing Ree -

Eight things I want to do before I die:

  1. Travel. This may be hard, as the man I married does not like traveling, even going so far as to mutter things about snakes and other local fauna. (NS, you see, has no poisonous snakes and very few creeping things.) But I dream of Greece and Italy, wonder about my German heritage and have a soft spot for the Ireland I learnt in books - so either we'll buy the worrywart a super deluxe first aid kit, or I'll hijack one of my sisters-in-law.
  2. Write. More than this blog. I've always had people and circumstances swirling around in my head - the trick seems to be that I need to take a few, flesh them out and stay with them. (sigh) Someday.
  3. Spend some time with my grandparents and my father, learning and recording stories of my forefathers. My great-Aunt Bertie was the keeper of many of those records, and when she died, a lot of them went with her. I didn't care so much when it happened (I was in my early teens) but now I miss not having that knowledge.
  4. See a grandbaby or two. Although I'm in NO HURRY, (hear me, kids??) there is something infinitely comforting about that image. Circle of life and all that.
  5. Learn how to do more handicrafts. I can cross-stitch, but I'm absolutely LOUSY with needles, and crocheting - well, I might as well be working with dental floss and two forks. I would really like to quilt, at some point.
  6. Garden. Every fall I draw up elaborate diagrams, every spring they get flung by the wayside. Not so interested in canning (see #5, all thumbs) but some fresh veg would be lovely. And I'd love to nurture something besides the dreaded (and still fast-growing, thank you very much for asking!) zucchini.
  7. To make a difference. My mom started us out early volunteering, and I've started that with Cass (and soon will with Rosey.) I'd like to work with the elderly, to take a more active interest in the local SPCA and to work with the community, not just as a CHB member but as an activist.
  8. My Peace Corps dreams were tucked away in high school, but perhaps teaching English as a Second Language somewhere?
Ooh, more people to tag...
TX Poppet
Molly Bawn
No Internal Editor
Beggars Shot Glass
The Looney Bin
Why Mom Drinks Rum

yes, yes, that's only six. Hey! If you haven't done this, and you want to, I'd love to read yours! Send me a note so I can follow you back!


Molly said...

Ah, you scallywag you! Now I'll have to put on my thinking cap....hmmm.

Loth said...

I can categorically reassure your husband that there are fewer bugs, creepy crawlies etc in the UK and Ireland than there are in Nova Scotia - the size of some of your flying wildlife gives me the heebie-jeebies by comparison! So come to Scotland. No pressure (!)

Sue said...

Hrm, interesting list!

I shall try to get mine going too, but one thing we have in common is #1 and unwilling husbies. Darn those men!

womaninawindow said...

Oh, I can tell you tales of just how easy it is to teach English as a Second Language and travel. That'd take care of two of those, right?

My husband's afraid that after the kids are raised I'll just take off. And I might. But he's welcome, of course.

Life's too short. Maybe you and me...we'll hop a plane someday. How's India sound? (Oh, I've got to get rich first. I forgot about that.)

TX Poppet said...

Yay! I love being tagged!
I filled out a Peace Corps application in college, but my parents said I was too spoiled. I took it to my favorite professor anyway for a letter of recommendation. He wouldn't write one. He also said I was too spoiled. Spoiled? Moi?

Caro said...

I love the volunteer work idea.

Maybe I can start with my youngest two and they will realize the gift of giving. Couldn't hurt.

I want to travel too with my hubs in an RV. I am such a grandma at heart.

Ree said...

Hey, you did good! ;-)

Josie said...

Sorry I'm sooo late to the game but thanks for the tag.
Will be thinking about this and promise to post it soon....promise:)