#4. got inked. sorry mom.
#13. no recipes + plenty of pinot = party
#3. celebrated 3 decades of living with 3 days of hiking, alpacas and incan ruins.
checking in/checking off
30×30
the list lives
With D-Day 30 only a week away, I realized I should take a look at how not far along I’ve come by way of list completion. The beauty of this whole endeavor is there really is no way to fail–I get to do the things I’ve wanted to do and have a built-in excuse for them (thanks old age/mid-life crisis!) How’s that for a positive spin/rationalization?!
#19. surprise the parents with a visit home; #21. a day without $pending
It turns out dropping in on your parents unannounced requires more planning than one might think. And by one, I mean myself, and by planning, I mean my totally assuming that my parents don’t have anything better to do than just be at home at all times. What’s that they say about assuming…?
#16. going veg, help wanted
Day one of 31 is (almost) in the books. And I’ve never craved bacon more in my life. It might have made more sense to wait until February to try this…
#8. watch the sun rise from half dome
It takes a special kind of insanity to agree to forego an entire night of sleep to drive five-plus hours out to Yosemite and hike in the dark for eight miles, with almost 5,000 feet in elevation gain. And yet I managed to find five other people up for the challenge. Maybe I ought to reevaluate my friendships.
#3. see at least three of the seven modern wonders–who’s with me?
Confession: I’m a cheater. I’ve already seen two of the seven (the Colosseum and the Great Wall). So I just need to hit up one more before the dirrrty 30. But three just sounded way more impressive than one, and I live for the applause. Phew. Glad to get that off my chest.
#5. backpack somewhere
As compared to the next Midwestern-raised corporate attorney, aka the land of no topography and zero trees, I like to consider myself as relatively “outdoorsy.” I mean, in a past life, I frequently car-camped and schlepped through rural Kentucky (redundant?) in order to destroy my hands and body on some incredible sandstone. Pre-law Clee was a much cooler cat than lawyer Clee can ever hope to be. *Sigh*
