I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the things I’d still like to do in life. It’s more a wish list, a daydream, but a girl can hope. Lately at the top of the list has been a trip to Rome. I suppose that has been influenced by where I work at during the day. Especially after spending hours of getting video captures of all the Papal events up on the web http://www.ewtn.com/JohnPaul2/_mourning/multimedia/funeral1.asp.
I’d also like to go back to San Francisco. Sure it’s not the same as what I remember back in the late 60’s but I’d like to see the cable cars and go to Ghirardelli. I’ve always wanted to travel down the coastal highway of California. I’d like to go back to Las Vegas – so much has been added since I went there in the late 80’s. The Sands is gone – I got to stay there. Then there’s the Grand Canyon too.
Back before home schooling was in vogue, I used to daydream of taking the girls out of school for a year and traveling the US, showing them all these places and more. I’ve never seen Mount Rushmore or Old Faithful at Yellowstone.
I can thank my parents for this desire to travel the US – when I was in the second grade we moved from East Aurora in Upstate New York to Beale AFB in California. We drove cross in a car. Maybe I didn’t truly appreciate it at the time but it has left this burning desire to do it again within me.
Most of my “things to do” involve traveling. I’d like to see old friends – if I can find them. I’d like to hear the full story on how I influence Ken Charpie to go to the Air Force Academy. Maggie is out there somewhere – she gave me first Crucifix. I’d also like to see who has pictures of what. I lost my yearbooks and lots of my old pictures in the divorce. I’m thankful my dad and my sister had a few of them.
I’d like to go back to school – for what I don’t know. When you make $15 an hour everything sounds good. Sure I can bill $50 an hour doing freelance stuff but there’s no insurance and there’s definitely not enough billable jobs to make up for it.
I would be less than human if I didn’t say I’d like for things to be right with my other daughters – but the ball is in their court. I’ve made the effort to keep in contact, they cashed the checks I sent, and they know where I live. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think of them.