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When I’m a really old lady I’m going to hand out dental
floss and sunscreen to kids and say, “This is what happens if you don’t use
this stuff.” I am making a list of
things to do when I’m old. I have my bucket list, now I need my going out with
a bang list. Before I started to write full-time and gave up TV, I used to
watch a show on PBS called “Waiting for God”. It took place in a nursing home. I
absolutely loved it, and I only hope that someday when I’m in a nursing home, I
have the opportunity to steal a helicopter. Shoot, I’d like to do it now, only
I don’t want to write in jail. Or ICU.
Thing is you can get away with more when you’re 98. Once
when I lived in Texas an old lady got chased by the police. When she finally pulled
over, she sat in her car in the middle of the front seat with her arms
outstretched and a finger on each door lock. I don’t know how they finally got
her out. What could they do? Face it, after gravity has had its way with you,
what can the cops possibly do?
One quite elderly gentleman stood in the doctor’s office and
looked over his bill, shaking his head. “That doctor only spent two minutes
with me. I’m not paying this! I’ll give
you ten dollars.” He plunked the money
on the counter and walked out. I fell in love with him. And I heard that he
refused to pay full price for a Christmas tree once, and did the same thing,
hauling a tree away for $10. You know dang well we all want to do that stuff
sometimes.
My good buddy Comrade has lived a much longer timeline than
I have, but we get on like ham and cheese. Comrade never goes to the doctor. Once
she stepped on a piece of plate glass and cut her heel off. I mean OFF. She
pushed it back on and tied a bandana around it and it grew back on. I needed a
prescription for smelling salts for just hearing the story. There have been
times we’re heading out the door to an event and Comrade will dash into the loo
to be sick, seconds later she’s trotting out the door. She simply refuses to
cooperate with illness.
Since I’m a runner-writer, I spend inordinate amounts of
time sitting and moving only my fingers, followed by sprints of wild girly
running. The complications are probably obvious. So I’m a fan of massage and
physical therapy. Comrade considers practitioners of both these arts as a cross
between voodoo and science fiction.
Once we had a conversation where she said, “I’m probably
just going to drop dead one day, because I never go to the doctor for anything.” I considered that briefly and piped up, “Well,
the first part is inevitable.” She explained, “You go to the doctor, so you’ll
probably know it’s coming. Mine will be a surprise.” I thought about that and wondered, “Which way
do you suppose is better?” “My point is
that you will live longer, because the doctors will make you.” We debated this for awhile and I pointed out,
“You know what Comrade? Even if that is true for the average person, what if
you subtract the time spent waiting in the doctor’s office? And the time spent
working to pay for the doctor’s bill and the prescriptions? Do you think that
might even it out?” She considered that
and thought maybe it did.
When I asked Comrade what she’d put on her going out with a
bang list she considered it and said, “If I could have anything, I’d like to
relive a day from my childhood.” This
caught my interest. “What day?” I asked. She shrugged, “Any day, it doesn’t
matter. They were all good.” Oh my gosh,
how amazing is that? See why she’s my Comrade? Then she piped up, “And I would
like to go to Greece. I always wanted to kiss a Greek guy.” Of course I then wanted to take Comrade to
Greece, but she’s all worried about going to prison in a foreign country. Obviously
it is too soon to start on her going out with a bang list.
So what would you put on your going out with a bang list? This
isn’t the bucket list. This is after you’ve finished up that bucket list and
you’re still here and you can do whatever the heck you want. This is when
earthly consequences have lost their power over you. This is when you get to
make the rules, cause what are they gonna do? Sick gravity on you? What would
you really enjoy doing?
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