Waiting on the Hoveround

Today is my birthday. (That's me on another birthday, a very long time ago.)

Here I am, nicely middle-aged, still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

I am now 10 years younger than my mother was when she died.

Most likely I am more than halfway done. I seriously doubt I live to be 92 although I do have some longitivy in the family that makes this a possibility.

What would I like to do with the rest of my life? This seems a good day to try to answer this question.

1. Write a novel, sell it. Follow up with another, another, another.

2. Make my husband very happy.

3. Add on a sunroom.

4. Finish my masters degree at Hollins University.

5. Take a four week vacation to travel across the United States, from Virginia to California.

6. Attend the weddings of various nephews and my niece.

7. Become a great-great-aunt, several times over.

8. Research my family tree and turn it into a big book.

9. Join the Daughters of the American Revolution (I'm eligible, I just haven't ever figured out the paperwork).

10. Make a difference in somebody's life.