As seniors we no longer have the urge to cram our car full of friends to "drag the Main." Of course, with the seat belt laws in force now, we can no longer get that many friends in our cars anyway. Plus, we have earned the right to our own space and are not inclined to sit on someone else's lap, nor do we want anyone on ours.
Drinking and partying until the wee hours of the morning is no longer our thing to do. Most of us are lucky if we can stay up long enough for the 10 o'clock nightly news. We're happy to settle for an afternoon tea dance and the 5 p.m. news. If anything happens after that, we can read or hear about it tomorrow.
Being the first to jump from the red signal light doesn't seem that important any more, especially with the cost of gasoline nowadays. Sometimes the teenager aggressive behavior does hit us, but usually we don't act on it.
I had one occasion when I just couldn't control myself and went for the gusto on the San Jose freeway, when two young punks in a car with air scopes on the hood took exception to me passing them on the right side. They probably thought to themselves that an old lady in a 280Z trying to pass them was something they couldn't allow and thus increased their speed. I, on the other hand, thought to myself, "you punks don't know who you're dealing with," as I pushed the pedal to the metal and smoked them out.
Having really trumped them good, I let up on the gas until they were once
As a senior, I know longer want to ride the roller-coaster or any of those other spine jarring rides at an amusement park. Just the thought of being upside down without a seat below me gives me the chills. The Whip, the Octopus, the Bullet and other rides like those are not on my list of things to do and I'll settle for just watching younger folks enjoy the spinning but no longer buy tickets to ride them.
The thought of walking on that glass walkway over the Grand Canyon made me lightheaded and a bit nauseated. I envisioned myself getting halfway and then freaking out and having to be blindfolded and carried off by security officers. But, I still want to ride the rapids and have my photo taken in the rubber raft with the water flying all around me. That, of course, would happen only if I didn't have to row and could just sit there and hold on for dear life.
Many people have their "bucket list" written down somewhere and read it from time to time to see what they could check off it. I've never written my wishes down, but instead have them tucked away in the deep recesses of my brain. That way, I'm not a failure if I don't accomplish any of them.
A native of Minnesota, Carol Olson grew up in South Dakota and Walnut Creek and now lives in Pittsburg. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.