My Bucket List: Living My Dash: December 2012

The Dash - Linda Ellis (1996)

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone, from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own, the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard. Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent YOUR dash?

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Learning to Use Chopsticks

So, one of my 30 by 30 bucket list items was to learn to use chopsticks when eating Chinese food. I tried once a long time ago and couldn't figure it out. I ended up stabbing my chicken with the chopstick because I couldn't pick it up any other way, a method I recently learned was impolite and reflects poorly on the parents because it is their responsibility to teach their children to eat properly. So, while I was home for Thanksgiving, we decided to take a break from leftovers and order Chinese. Ty, my brother-in-law, is very good with chopsticks and gave my sister and me a lesson on proper handling of the chopsticks. (Jon watched and laughed at us, using a fork!) So, I think we did pretty good for our first time. Apparently, the English word "chopstick" may have derived from Chinese Pidgin English, a pidgin in which "chop chop" meant "quickly". Well, I certainly didn't eat my food "quickly"! By the time I was done eating (and helping Jonathan), those last couple bites were cold. But, I never touched a fork and the food tasted great, so I think I took a great first step!

Yesterday, Jon and I had chinese for lunch. I am proud to say I never touched a fork, remembered everything Ty taught me, and finished my meal before it got cold! I think I have officially "learned to use chopsticks" - CHECK!