Annamaria on Monday
I have never been one for New Years' resolutions. I do, however, have a penchant for giving advice. Given the time constraints upon me this week, I haven't got anything new of substance to say. So here I go again, with some counsel that may be timely while you are thinking about your new-year resolutions. Considering the challenges we have faced as a species over the past couple of years, my sense of urgency about the following thoughts from a past post are stronger than ever. CARPE DIEM!
By inventing the phrase "The Fucket List," I am hoping to counteract a parallel trend—The Bucket List. It started in 2007 with a
movie of that name. Directed by Rob
Reiner, it stars Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman as a pair of terminally ill patients who decide to ditch the doctors and go off on a world-wide odyssey in pursuit of all the things they want to do before kicking the bucket. The film was predictable, but amusing thanks
to the irresistible charm of its costars.
The notion that one should make and keep a bucket list struck a nerve with the larger public and gave rise to a plethora of bucket-list-specific stationery items and advice books. Ordinary people started talking bucket lists around the dinner table.
Most of the books seem designed to make the reader feel inadequate. For instance, I have visited thirty-seven
countries and pretty much all the places I most wanted to see. But then, in an aisle of the Strand
Bookstore, I opened that list of 1000 places I am supposed to see before I die. What a piker I am! How could I have gotten this old and not seen
the Taj Mahal, Anarctica, the Hermitage, Sydney, or sailed through the Straits
of Gibraltar? What’s wrong with me?
When my dear husband and intrepid traveling companion was
diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, we found that his cousin who is nine years younger was in the same boat.
That cousin’s wife and sister started making big plans for him. They asked if I was thinking of doing the
same. “Are you going to do David’s
bucket list?”
“No,” I said, already a bit sick of the whole concept.
“But what about all the places that David has always wanted
to go?”
What about them?
Actually, we did our list as we went along.
You see, I had learned young not to put off my life
satisfactions. When I was barely out of
college, I went to work in the HR Department of a Wall Street bank. On my first day on the job, in the elevator I
met a man named Earl. When he got on the
car, I was already there and had pressed five.
“You are going to my floor,” he said.
“No,” I replied. “You are going
to mine.” Cheeky then. Cheeky now.
Earl liked plucky women.
We struck up a friendship. He was
at the other career end from me. At
Friday lunches in the bank cafeteria, he would count down for me how many days
to his retirement.
178…94…59….31…..10. All the while
regaling me with his plans for how he and his wife were going off to see the
world. His retirement lunch was planned
for the following Thursday. But he died
that Sunday. I promised myself then, that
I would not put off anything I really wanted to do.
So when David took sick with his dreadful disease at only 67,
I was able to console myself that we had walked all over this globe
together. No regrets about that. The memories are splendid.
Now when people start a sentence with “Someday I want
to….” I say: “DO IT NOW.”
You should, you know.
You never know what is coming. DO
IT NOW.
The very concept of a bucket list annoys me. I say what we all need is Fucket List: a list of the things we will not do. Mine consists largely of things that I used
to do that I am giving up.
Annamaria’s Fucket List (a work in progress)
I will not:
- Fret over whether other people might disapprove of my life decisions.
- Be polite to people who are being rude to me.
- Worry that I look fat.
- Keep reading books that bore me.
- Eat at bad restaurants because other people like them.
- Apologize for having a messy desk or a dirty car.
- Feel stupid because I am afraid to drive over the George Washington Bridge.
- Wait more than a half-hour for my doctor’s appointment, unless my life is on the line.
- Pass up an opportunity to eat good chocolate.
- Concentrate only on what I should do, and not on what I want to do.
- Accept gloom when joy is readily available.
Okay, mystery writers and fans. What about you? Will you join me and make your Fucket list?
Here is a motto for us to write at the top of our Fucket lists. Straight from the grandfather of crime
fiction—Edgar Allan Poe: NEVERMORE!
