The Un-Bucket List

Must be my summer of buckets. Here's the new plan. Things I never want to do, either again, or ever.

Not going to drink anymore chocolate malts. Loved them and ordered them for many years but I think we've come to a parting of the ways. The one I got at Braum's Ice Cream Parlor in Hillsboro on the way home yesterday took about twenty minutes to go from yummy drinking to excruciating stomach cramps, etc.

Apparently seventy year old digestion systems are unlike the seventeen year old model and I must learn to adjust accordingly.

I never again want to agree to do something just because I will feel like a lazy guilty slob if I say no. There's a "volunteer position" opening soon among my favorite group of Episcopalians. In any other decade I would volunteer. Now I won't. It would require several things from me that I no longer choose to give. For one, it would probably take repeated phone calls. I don't make repeated phone calls any more. It would also hang over my head as a monthly chore with a firm deadline and dependent upon other people to complete. Nope, not going to sign up for that.

I have already stopped buying many of the things that I am supposed to "not live without" ...