Sunday, August 27, 2017


And then, all of sudden, it's the eve of my 37th birthday. It's been my sincere hope that I won't get caught up in marking time. I don't want to be sad about getting older. It's just a number. You're only as old as you feel, etc.

But, 37. Yikes.

I've got only three years until I'm 40. And I don't have a bucket list because persistent superstition leads me to believe that finishing a bucket list results in immediate death. So I'm not going to limit myself like that. Three years, however, will pass in the span of my next prolonged blink whether or not there's a list associated with it.

No telling why I have a picture of myself giving thumbs-up in front of my
computer. Perhaps my brain needs some memory exercises due to my
advancing age?

Since it's harmless, here's a list of things I'd like to do before I turn 40:


1. Take a drive that ends up in Maine
2. Visit Yosemite
3. Use my passport


4. Publish book about parenting a child with hearing loss
5. Get sales of No Room for Hondo to a non-embarrassing number

6. Learn to play guitar
7. Learn ASL

It's worth noting that I've had #6 and 7 on a mental list for many years. I've been trying to learn ASL since 2012. Not actively, because in that case I think I'd have it by now, but I've been wanting to learn and intermittently trying for that long.

So it's a short but ambitious list. I'd better get started right away. How long does it take to get from Pittsburgh to Maine?