Just in case I ever find a magic bottle with a genie inside, ready to throw wishes at my feet, I've compiled a list of things I'd like to do and places I'd like to go. They're not in any sort of order, except the last one, and you'll see why that's there once you get that far.
-horseback ride along a deserted beach
-operate a backhoe
-be a bee keeper
-take a working vacation in Europe where I could help restore an old castle
-find an orphanage in Europe filled with babies that need lots of hugging and hug them
-go on an elk hunt
-go with Lewis and Clark on their grand adventure from St. Louis all the way to the Pacific
-own my own greenhouse
-be a photographer with National Geographic Magazine
-go back in time and experience an actual Indian/voyager rendezvous
-write a book and have it published
-spend a few days living in the 1920's just so I could wear some of those georgeous dresses!
There are so, so many more things I'd like to do, so many places I want to see. I could probably write an endless list. Especially after spending practically the whole of last year laying sideways on my bed. I feel like an arrow in a bowstring, vibrating with anticipation at the thought of being set free to fly....
-The final thing I want to do is climb Mt. Everest. I've wanted to do that for ever so long and now I've decided that's my final wish. That is how I want to die. I'm going to wait until I know the end is near, but not too near! I at least want to make it out of base camp. I'm going to climb and climb and climb as far as my legs and lungs will take me, then I'm going to find a cozy little nook and quietly slip into a frozen sleep. Then Jesus will come and pull me from my body and carry me home....