Orange County Register — North County News-Tribune; Date: Mar 26, 2020; Section: News; Page Number: A3
WHAT A DAY
Someday maybe I’ll make a list
One of the things that surprises me about getting older is thinking about the so-called Bucket List. When I was in my 30s, I used to muse aloud about things I’d like to do, by saying “that’s on my Bucket List,” as if I might kick the bucket any day now.
The older I get, the less I want to gather a list of things to do before I die. I love lists, and I really love checking things off my lists. It makes me feel accomplished. But I don’t want to check the last item off a Bucket List—it would feel like I’m done with Life.
That’s not an accomplishment. It’s an inevitability.
I’ve been trying to remember what was on that Bucket List of my youth, but only a few things come to mind. One thing I remember was that I wanted to go to the Oscars. My original goal was to sit in the stands outside the venue and watch the stars on the red carpet. I’d seen this in the movie “Singin’ in the Rain” and thought it looked like fun.
I don’t think they still do that, do they?
My altered goal was to be a seat-filler. The rules are pretty strict. You get to dress up, but not too glittery or bright. You will sit among the stars, but you aren’t allowed to talk to them. And they advise you to wear comfortable shoes.
I’ve decided that job is too hard for me. I couldn’t leave the tiara at home.
Nowadays, I see so few movies, I’m not certain I could name any of the young actors and actresses. There are a lot of guys named Chris, I know. And there are a lot of blonde actresses whom I cannot name at all.
Between that and COVID-19, I’m better off staying home.
There is one way I’d like to attend the Oscars. A few years ago, I was watching the ceremony on the TV in our family room. Marcus walked through as they were announcing the nominees for Best Score.
He paused and said. “I wouldn’t mind seeing my name on that list someday.”
“When you do,” I told him. “I’m your date.”
That’s the way to go to the Oscars.
Instead of a Bucket List, I think I’d rather keep a Someday Maybe List. Someday maybe I’ll stop in at that antique store I drive past on Mondays. Someday maybe I’ll eat at that fancy restaurant. Or take a bus tour of Hollywood.
Someday maybe I’ll stop procrastinating about getting our taxes done.
Nah, that last one’s a little extreme. A Someday Maybe List has a lot of advantages over a Bucket List. First of all, it doesn’t have any deadlines. Someday a goal might be achieved. No timetable, no pressure.
Second, there’s a maybe in the title. I don’t have to accomplish every item on the list. I can even cross out some items and add new ones. Ordinarily, I like lists to be completed, but I’m okay if this one never ends.
It means I’m always interested in doing something someday.
Longtime Placentia resident Gayle Carline tracks those moments that shape her days as a wife, mom, computer whiz and horsewoman. E-mail her at [email protected].