I just don’t see myself as ending up in a nursing home.
Based on family history I think it’s going to be a heart attack, big, sudden, game-over in seconds.
I don’t think there’s going to be much time for reflection, just a moment of utter confusion and disorientation, like getting your head severed or trying to read your health insurance policy.
I’ve been thinking of what to put on a bucket list, something not a goal, but just something to do for the hell of it, just because it would be fun or interesting or cool. I was drinking peach schnapps last night pondering it, and also looking at family photos from when the kid who left was little, which is the worst thing to do. Nostalgia is the worst, esp. coupled with peach schnapps.
I can’t think of one thing to put on a bucket list. I’d kind of like to go for a really long walk – like maybe 5 thousand miles. Maybe that. Just go for a really really long walk. But I don’t think I’ll do that. I have no bucket list.
On the goal list though, I definitely want to be able to do a muscle up. It’s like a pull up but you pull high and then press your arms down on the bar to get all the way up. I’m getting close…. I guess it’s only goals.
