100 Things Worth Doing, Part 3
More scenes I'd like to see flash before my eyes before I die: 51-75.
51. A 3am chance meeting with a person who existed on the fringe of my social circle turned into a 3 hour conversation and a best friend.
52. Thursday breakfasts with my mom.
53. Slipping on my engagement ring.
54. Seeing my brother walk, unassisted, 5 days after surgery repaired his shattered vertebrae.
55. The world was misty and cloudy outside my oxygen tent - I lived in my very own bubble for 2 weeks, my lungs racked with pneumonia. The quiet was lovely.
56. Standing up in the sunroof - watching the sun sink into the Pacific from the Headlands while traffic plodded across the Golden Gate Bridge.
57. Flying past rows and rows of wildflowers in Texas at 80mph as we made our way from California to Virginia.
58. Friday afternoons and the anticipation of another road trip. “Where shall we go today? How about Northeast?”
59. Finding a winning slot machine on the first $1. $175 in quarters is very heavy.
60. Driving along switchbacks on Route 66 and finding Shaffer’s Fish Bowl hidden on the side of a mountain.
61. While walking on campus with Mark, I pull the clip out of my hair and it falls in heavy, dark waves. Mark, who is 2 steps behind me suddenly stops and whispers, “Wow.” My heart skips a beat.
62. Family dinners at the table, all of us listening to Mom’s stories and laughing together.
63. Driving on a country road with my sister, the day was perfect and we sang along, loudly, to ‘Blister in the Sun’.
64. Baking cookies with my girlfriend at 3am before leaving for an away game.
65. Live Jazz at the Chrysler Museum and dancing amongst art and sculpture. The 3-year old in me thinking the paintings were enjoying themselves.
66. Finishing my first 4-mile hike and feeling exhausted but exhilarated and wanting to go again.
67. The first time I stood in front of an orchestra, baton in hand - my hand started to shake during that silent second before we were off.
68. Spring Break in the hospital for an appendectomy. Word had spread on the floor I was missing out on Key West - I woke and found my morphine drip machine wearing a coconut hat and flower leis were taped to the bed’s foot board.
69. Santa Cruz - The breeze flirts with the sheer curtains and outside,I hear the tinkling bell of an ice cream cart.
70. Flashes of orange and a burst of joyful laughter fill the library as Tibetan monks pretend to be horses for an afternoon.
71. High school, Senior year - we took our band director out for breakfast. We quoted ‘Spaceballs’ and made him laugh so hard, milk shot out of his nose.
72. My first kiss: after a slow dance ended, he led me outside. He kissed me on the lips - the tiniest hint of his tongue brushed my bottom lip. My stomach fluttered for days after.
73. Laying in the backyard and watching auroras slowly dance across the night sky.
74. 3(maybe 4?) years old - I have my photo taken with the MGM Lion. The handler tenses a moment when I pull away from him and bury my face in the lion’s mane - it is thick and rough. The lion nudges his head against me, almost knocking me over. His whiskers tickle my cheek.
75. Napping in the tree branches that hung out over the river - the sea gulls hovered over the bridge, looking for fish to steal from the fishermen and the dolphins swam below me, chasing the boats as they made their way out to the waterway.
51. A 3am chance meeting with a person who existed on the fringe of my social circle turned into a 3 hour conversation and a best friend.
52. Thursday breakfasts with my mom.
53. Slipping on my engagement ring.
54. Seeing my brother walk, unassisted, 5 days after surgery repaired his shattered vertebrae.
55. The world was misty and cloudy outside my oxygen tent - I lived in my very own bubble for 2 weeks, my lungs racked with pneumonia. The quiet was lovely.
56. Standing up in the sunroof - watching the sun sink into the Pacific from the Headlands while traffic plodded across the Golden Gate Bridge.
57. Flying past rows and rows of wildflowers in Texas at 80mph as we made our way from California to Virginia.
58. Friday afternoons and the anticipation of another road trip. “Where shall we go today? How about Northeast?”
59. Finding a winning slot machine on the first $1. $175 in quarters is very heavy.
60. Driving along switchbacks on Route 66 and finding Shaffer’s Fish Bowl hidden on the side of a mountain.
61. While walking on campus with Mark, I pull the clip out of my hair and it falls in heavy, dark waves. Mark, who is 2 steps behind me suddenly stops and whispers, “Wow.” My heart skips a beat.
62. Family dinners at the table, all of us listening to Mom’s stories and laughing together.
63. Driving on a country road with my sister, the day was perfect and we sang along, loudly, to ‘Blister in the Sun’.
64. Baking cookies with my girlfriend at 3am before leaving for an away game.
65. Live Jazz at the Chrysler Museum and dancing amongst art and sculpture. The 3-year old in me thinking the paintings were enjoying themselves.
66. Finishing my first 4-mile hike and feeling exhausted but exhilarated and wanting to go again.
67. The first time I stood in front of an orchestra, baton in hand - my hand started to shake during that silent second before we were off.
68. Spring Break in the hospital for an appendectomy. Word had spread on the floor I was missing out on Key West - I woke and found my morphine drip machine wearing a coconut hat and flower leis were taped to the bed’s foot board.
69. Santa Cruz - The breeze flirts with the sheer curtains and outside,I hear the tinkling bell of an ice cream cart.
70. Flashes of orange and a burst of joyful laughter fill the library as Tibetan monks pretend to be horses for an afternoon.
71. High school, Senior year - we took our band director out for breakfast. We quoted ‘Spaceballs’ and made him laugh so hard, milk shot out of his nose.
72. My first kiss: after a slow dance ended, he led me outside. He kissed me on the lips - the tiniest hint of his tongue brushed my bottom lip. My stomach fluttered for days after.
73. Laying in the backyard and watching auroras slowly dance across the night sky.
74. 3(maybe 4?) years old - I have my photo taken with the MGM Lion. The handler tenses a moment when I pull away from him and bury my face in the lion’s mane - it is thick and rough. The lion nudges his head against me, almost knocking me over. His whiskers tickle my cheek.
75. Napping in the tree branches that hung out over the river - the sea gulls hovered over the bridge, looking for fish to steal from the fishermen and the dolphins swam below me, chasing the boats as they made their way out to the waterway.