Published 12:48 pm Thursday, October 26, 2023
At the time of this writing, we are hours away from finding out who will be in the World Series. I tried to get my husband Michael to drive to Houston with me for the final Astros/Rangers game, but he has a meeting, and I probably shouldn’t cancel the appointment to discuss the MRI of my rotator cuff.
If the Astros don’t make the World Series, I’m blaming Michael. At the beginning of the first playoff game, I said, “If the Astros are in the World Series, I’m going to at least one game.”
“What?” he said.
“If the Astros win, I will go online and buy a ticket, book a hotel room, and drive to one game. It’s now on my bucket list.”
Michael stared at me in silence and has yet to comment. (Is this where the adage, “No response is a response” is used?) If the Astros don’t make the World Series, I will blame his lack of enthusiasm, but keep a World Series attendance on my bucket list.
At the time of this writing, my bucket list is short. I blame that on my son Geoffrey. He once asked if I had one.
“I do!” I said. “I’d love to go to Disney World with my grandchildren, spend time at the beach, go to New York for a play, and visit Washington, D.C.”
“You’ve done all those things! They can’t be on your bucket list!”
“But I’ve enjoyed those trips so much, I want to do them again. And again.”
Geoffrey shook his head, and I erased my list.
Also at the time of this writing, it’s still dark outside and a brand new day stretches before me. If I don’t make the most of it and respond well to whatever happens, I will only have myself to blame. Being positive or negative, hopeless or hope-filled, fearful or faithful is my choice. Yours, too. Let’s choose wisely.
Ronny can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.