MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM
MY COWBOY & ME
What happened in 2013? Nothing catastrophic comes to mind, which is always nice, except I’m afraid that if I think long enough something will come to mind, so I’ll type fast.
I’m getting my books written a little faster than before. My 27th book released in September and number 28, 29, 30 & 31 are coming in 2014, (I’ve counted that a couple of times. Is that right? Four books in 2014? How’d that end up happening?) with more contracted for 2015 & 16.
I may be running around a little more than when I was working full time but I think I’m going to stop doing that pretty soon. (you may all be hearing a huge collective sigh of relief from my children, that Mama’s visits will be tapering off)
My Cowboy is doing well. We have the calves sold now, which we always do in December. That’s always a huge effort to get them all loaded and shipped, then it’s a big day when we go for the auction in Dunlap, Iowa, after a year’s hard work. They sold well and now we have about a two month break and…wait, WHAT? the first baby calf HAS ALREADY BEEN BORN??? When My Cowboy saw a baby calf out in the pasture, well, his language was of a sort that we aren’t going to mention here on a blog the whole world can read. We’re naming the calf…due in FEBRUARY but for some reason born in DECEMBER….OOPSIE.
Now that I’ve got a little more spare time, with the day job only part time and the books getting done a little faster, I’ve been trying to figure out a bucket list for all the things I want to do before I die. But to my surprise every time I start making one I find myself making a REVERSE bucket list.
Does that happen to anyone else?
It’s like I think of some DREAM I have. Something I’ve ‘always wanted to do.’ I put quotation marks around that because I have to fish around deep in my brain to try and remember some dream from my youth. Honestly, mostly I sit around and try to AVOID doing things. Like I try and get My Cowboy to go to town and get milk and bread. Or I try and get him to walk out and get the mail so I don’t have to. Or I drive around with the car too close to empty so I don’t have to get out and put gas in. So that’s how excited I am about getting out.
So… I reflect on what I’ve ‘always wanted to do,’ and I’ll hit on something in some shadowy corner of my brain. Examples: I remembered I wanted to parachute out of a plane.
Now I think, “What kind of moron jumps out of a perfectly good plane? FORGET IT! OFF THE LIST!”
Or I think, ‘How cool would it be to hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon?’
And of course it would be cool, but, oops that’s a long walk. I’m old and fat. I’ll die. So I cross it off the bucket list and think, “I had a lucky escape there.”
See? Reverse Bucket List. If I apply myself, I can get this bucket list down to nothing without ever leaving the house. I think I might be doing ‘Bucket List’ wrong!
So, I’ll maybe come up with some dream someday that’s so cool I don’t want to kick it off the list and convince My Cowboy it’s a good idea (that’s no small trick, he might have a reverse bucket list of his own, plus he might take secret pleasure in thwarting me).
Or, maybe I could have a bucket list made up entirely of things I can go shopping for online. I could handle that. An AMAZON.COM BUCKET LIST.
Hey, that’s cool. I’m starting that.
Amazon has something similar already. Forget it.
Well, then I’ll just go back to whittling down my Reverse Bucket List and in the meantime, I’ll keep busy pestering My Cowboy to get the mail.
God Bless You this Christmas
& Have a Very Happy New Year