# 60 The Very Last One

As I write this final blog on what has been twelve months of discovery and enlightenment with a bit of frustration thrown in, I am at a loss on what should be said about this journey. The year began with a burst of energy, sustained momentum in the middle, and is now slowly closing in on the finish line (similar to my running style). I would like to write a profound statement that encompasses this pilgrimage but it escapes me at the moment so will choose to ramble on and on and on.  Please bear with me.  It will be my sixtieth entry and I simply have run out of words...

I thought this mission was all about me until I realized it had far reaching tentacles and what I learned was not so much about myself but about others.  The revelation has left me humbled, amazed, and proud of the generosity of family and friends, the dedication of the many volunteers working at various nonprofit facilities, and the courage of our brave troops serving selflessly overseas. This was confirmation that there are magnificent compassionate people living among us.  A good lesson to remember as we enter another political hunting season.

One of my fears beginning this next decade was that old meant the brain cells would start to deteriorate and retaining information or learning new skills would become problematic.  What a relief to determine that has not been the case.  My increased vocabulary, newly acquired foreign phrases, and other mentally challenging activities debunked that foreboding--at least from my perspective--my children may have a different view but I 'm not asking them.

Physically, I am thrilled to report a much stronger, lighter, and more fit me than when I was a mere fifty year old.  And to digress and brag just a bit, my stash of first place race medals are piling up now that I've moved into my new age group.  Ahhh, the results of outlasting the competition.

What did I learn from this experiment?  What didn't I learn is a better question and with reflection and deep soul searching, I do believe it settles into a rather straightforward and actually quite uncomplicated answer.  Drum roll, please...Set goals, keep a record of each accomplishment, and marry (or buddy up with) someone who will embrace this folly and encourage you to the end.  It is as simple as that.

What will I do now that 2012 is just around the corner and I can retire my list?  Sitting back and relaxing for the last third of my time on this earth doesn't represent my life after this year so I will revise a few of the goals (60 things of 60 things was a bit ambitious) and tackle next year with the knowledge that absolutely anything is possible (even the cookie and mitten making did not stop me).

Thanks to those of you who read my blog, gave me feedback, and encouraged me throughout this endeavor.  It made for an extraordinary year.  My plans for the future--and  I invite all to join me--are to set goals, reach beyond my comfort zone, and most importantly, celebrate the joy of living.

Oh, and with my words running near empty,  I will end this blog proclaiming the number one lesson learned this year was that turning the dreaded 6-0 has not been so bad after all.

Use the words below to begin writing your  own________ (fill  in the blank) list.

1.    Read
2.    Climb
3.    Swim
4.    Learn
5.    Bike
6.   Volunteer
7.   Write
8.    Love
9.   Practice
10. Invite
11. Fund raise
12. Fly
13. Run
14. Accomplish
15. Purchase
16. Dance
17. Ride
18. Sample
19. Serve
20. Plant
21. Acquire
22.  Bet
23. Assemble
24.  Sculpt
25.  Cantor
26.  Pen
27.  Skype
28.  Make
29.  Compose
30.  Remember
31.  Select
32  Share
33.  Recycle
34.  Identify
35.  Film
35.  Brush
36.  Try
37.  Study
38.  Visit
39.  Produce
40.  Practice
41. Draft
42.  Do
43.  Recruit
44. Bestow
45.  Correspond
46.  Knit
47.  Quilt
48.  Photograph
49.  Send
50.  Enjoy
51.  Experiment
52.  Lift
53.  Attend
54.  Eat
55.  Travel
56.  Contribute
57.  Hike
58.  Communicate
59.  Research
60.  Document

# 47 Sixty Bottles of Wine on the Wall

Sampling sixty bottles of wine.  I need to preface this with the statement that I am not a oenologist or even enjoy (gasp) wine as much as I like the taste of a good martini, but this was a engaging goal to celebrate with friends.  Toasts and victories were all made possible with homemade brews from my neighbor, Roger, to fine Italian and French wines selected by husband (who loved this goal), Rob.  Actually the California wines and a few Wisconsin wines were pleasant surprises and a treat for my palette.

There are a massive number of books written about wines featuring tips on tasting, identifying the differences, and picking the best wine for every occasion.  I guess my palette is rather unsophisticated, but I did enjoy the camaraderie of sampling each bottle with my ever helpful friends.

So, cheers to the end of this goal and bottoms up!

# 59 Chaos in the Kitchen

Okay so cooking is not, has not, and never will be an interest of mine.  I knew this before I started the goal, but I thought there might be a glimmer of hope after making sixty different recipes.  No, the project was not a success.  I still don't enjoy cooking, baking, or anything to do with the kitchen.  Has my cooking improved?  Who cares.   I am fortunate to be married to someone who (compared to me) is a culinary genius so why in the world would I want to interfere with his expertise?

I did persevere on this endeavor and, of course, the results were less than stellar.  The magazine, Cooking Light, offered healthy and disaster proof recipes that were also satisfying to the pallete, but I did not have the same flair with the spatula or the satisfaction of making these as Rob did on his cooking days.  I think we are both grateful that this goal can finally be checked off and he can return to his cooking throne.  I will admit defeat (not really a failure in my eyes), bow out of the kitchen detail, and thank my lucky stars that Chef Gooze still ranks as the best cook in this house.

# 49 The Aprons

The goal of making six aprons has been completed.  Thank heavens I did not add a zero to that six because I would be knee deep in cutting, sewing, and cursing.  Six was a manageable number and they will be given to some very special people who will remain nameless until they receive their gift.  Picking out the variety of patterns and colors was addicting and now I am motivated to continue to sew in the future.  Could I have found my new passion in the creative and crafty department?  I will not hold my breath on that one but will revel in the thought that I may be able to sew something without it falling apart.  Mark this goal as a success.

Need an apron for your cooking sessions?  Call 1-800-APRON and without the time constraints of my sixty list, I would be happy to whip together one of my creations.

# 58 Crispy Cookies

I never thought I would see the day when I could finally blog about the cookie goal being done.  Really, what was I thinking?  Why would I choose this goal instead of  eating sixty dozen cookies or buying them or even watching someone else make them?   Silly me, I thought I could use this opportunity to find a recipe that everyone would love and request it anytime the masses needed a scrumptious cookie.   Hah! Baking sixty dozen was a pain for this lass.  In hindsight, making six dozen toothsome(using my increased vocabulary) cookies would have made better sense.  But no, I had to make 720 cookies!

Even when I carefully measured the ingredients, madly mixed them in a bowl, and then slammed them on to the cookie sheet, I was only half way through the process and already losing patience (I feel my blood pressure rising as I write this).  Setting the timer led to either an under baked gooey mess or the total opposite of burnt offerings for the cookie gods.   This was not a win win situation no matter which ones you ate. When I did produce a few edible ones, I would pawn them off on some brave souls--my youngest son being the bravest and eating the majority of these morsels.

This lingering and labor intensive goal has now been completed and the lessons learned are obvious except for one--"As God as my witness"(my apologies to Scarlett O'Hara), I will never eat another bite of cookie dough again.

# 57 Sculptured Biceps--Dream On!

Sixty days of lifting weights only became a challenge because I had not anticipated the rest days in between lifting to reap the benefits of building muscle.  The Zone Fitness offered a variety of classes so burn out or boredom never became an issue, however, it took months to get to that demanding sixty mark.

What were the benefits?  One recent occurrence presented itself when I was boarding a plane I proceeded to place my cumbersome carry on in the overhead bin and nearly clocked an unsuspecting flight attendant--two rows behind me.  I looked around to see if anyone witnessed this bizarre launching of my belongings and fortunately no one acknowledged my near assault on her.  But right then I knew that sixty days worth of lifting had finally paid off--this normally weight laden baggage felt as light as a...well, not quite a feather, but lighter than it had prior to completing goal number 53.

Weight training can be a lonely activity unless you are lucky enough to be surrounded by high energy instructors, motivated friends and my buff husband; I have literally slammed this goal into the ever increasing "done" pile.  Now I must continue for there is no rest for the weary, the old, or the undeveloped biceps because I don't want these fine sculptured muscles to return to their wimpy spongy selves.  Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit on the sculptured part but after a strenuous workout there is a level of confidence and a bit of euphoria that has transformed me.  Could the future include a stint with Body Builders for America?  No, no, no, no, no; but the next time I am on a plane, I will gracefully lift my bag, show off my newfound strength, and try not to bop anyone's head who may be within satchel range.

# 56 Digging in the Dirt

The planting was completed when sixty holes were dug and sixty bulbs were methodically (or haphazardly) placed in the upturned soil.  With any luck, next spring I will be greeted with a host of vibrant red and yellow tulips and a kaleidoscope of colorful wind flowers waving their blossoms in my direction; a souvenir of this memorable sixtieth year.

Cultivating the soil has always been a fall ritual in our family.  My mother loved to dig in the dirt and every spring was blessed with an explosion of color when these former bulbs emerged from their underground dwellings.  Will this tradition continue with the next generation?  Fond memories have kept me digging, however, I do not know if my children share the same sentiment.

I do hope they inherit the desire to sow instead of my inability to keep any type of greenery alive. Possessing a green thumb has not been my strength but I have found that these motivated bulbs are never deterred from surfacing regardless of the color of my pollex.

As the year progresses, I look forward to a new bed of flowers, a renewed outlook on life, and--after this eye-opening goal setting year--a jubilant me waving goodbye to age sixty and embracing the inevitable passage of time.

# 55 Peeking Through the Windows

Photographs of doors and windows--sixty of them--done and recorded.  There are pictures from Arizona to New Hampshire to Massachusetts to New York and DC.  Colorado had a few and now Peru finished up with the last remaining clicks on my camera.  Many are not as fascinating as I had hoped and others brought back fond memories of the places visited this year.  Would I continue this goal? Probably not.  I found that windows and doors are like people--some are open and welcoming to view and others are closed and somewhat aloof in their appearance.  Can I actually use this analogy?  I don't think so.  The goal was simply to take sixty pictures-- not analyze what I was doing.  It is now time to "shut ter" down and focus on the ongoing but dwindling sixty list.

#48 Help for the Homeless

Seventy-five women and children waited patiently in line as I scooped up the carrots, ladled out the gravy, and dished up the rice while the meat was precariously placed on the plates by Loretta, the main cook and clean up gal. Seventy-five young families and single women.  Loretta told me this number was below average--she usually feeds at least a hundred people every night.  It is appalling to me that we have this many homeless in Madison and this is only the tip of the iceberg of the many thousands of people across this grand country of ours who struggle without food and a place to stay.  Are we thinking that it is not our problem?  The Salvation Army and others have done an exemplary job helping but why in the world can't we find a better solution?  Shall we band together and demand permanent housing and support for those in need?  I don't have the answer, but this goal of mine was probably the most frustrating because it left me wanting to do more and not knowing where to begin.

I do know that the appreciative looks and the heartfelt "thank yous" from everyone that night made me determined to find a way to make sure no one sleeps out in the cold this winter.  Donations to the Salvation Army or any homeless shelter in your community will help supply warm beds and healthy meals to a population that needs our help; and I guarantee that you will be the recipient their everlasting gratitude.

# 54 Sink or Swim

Despite the technical problems of a closed pool that almost sunk this swimming goal, I have managed to complete the sixty miles before the end of the year.  On a side note, I have also added 60 new wrinkles, 60 wet towels, and 60 moments of, "What was I thinking?"; but now that it is over, I am pleased with my dedication and willingness to rise at the ungodly hour of 5:25 AM for a 5:45 AM  pool time.  After an hour and half of strenuous swimming twice weekly for the past few months, (workouts and positive encouragement provided by coaches Kelly and Cathy)  I now have a greater respect for Michael --what's his name-- because it is not easy to stay committed to having your face and body submerged in the water for such long periods of time.   The other problem of time in the water was the shriveled prune look was not exactly the appearance I was hoping to achieve in this new decade. Needless to say, I can't blame it all on the chlorine--enough said about that...

 Although I loved the physical aspect of gliding through the water, I struggled with boredom because the scenery does not change at the bottom of the pool with the exception of an occasional (gross) band aid floating carefree in front of my goggles.  Fortunately this was not a frequent occurrence and as a result kept me focused and away from day dreaming which would have led to swimming extra laps due to miscalculating the numerous workout drills.

 Despite the whining sound you hear, swimming still ranks as a highly pleasurable activity and the benefits of this exercise surpass the downside of swimming on dry land.  With that in mind,  I will continue to don the bathing suit and plunge into the chilly waters of the pool but at a more reasonable hour. If I could get rid of the wrinkles and the ever present chlorine smell,  I would label this as the perfect way to stay in shape...for twenty, thirty, forty, fifty and even sixty year olds and beyond.

#53 Removing the Rubbish

Donating, throwing out, removing the rubbish--60 things eliminated from the lower level was accomplished very early on in the purging of unwanted clutter.  The stuff we have kept bordered on the outrageous and needed to be given to another collector willing to enjoy this junk--oops--I mean prized possessions.  I know, one person's trash is another's treasure, but most seemed to be the former instead of the latter.  Now that it has moved on to other places (or land fills), there are no second thoughts on what was kept or what was transferred out of the house.  I would highly recommend doing this every few years because the satisfaction of getting rid of it surpasses the hope that it could possibly be worth keeping for the future.  No regrets and good riddance to it all.

I certainly am not on the level of hoarding, but it amazes me what we have accumulated in such a short time.  It is now my goal to make sure nothing else creeps back into the corners and onto the shelves.  My new philosophy:  Whatever new purchase enters the house, something old must leave.  A very simple concept and I swear I will diligently follow it for the next ten days, I mean, ten years.

#52 Sharing Books

                                                               Read a Book, Share a Book
I love reading. I love sharing a good book.  I love ridding my house of extra stuff.  With all that love going around, donating books to charity seemed an appropriate goal for this sixtieth year.  Looking at my bulging book shelf, I realized that I would have to live to be 160 if I were to reread all these cherished titles; it was now time to carefully place them into bags and send them off on a journey to various charitable agencies.  Some of my children's books have been loved a little too much to be able to give to another reader, but there were a few that hadn't endured all the embraces and picture turning, therefore, a trip to the donation location was in store for the salvageable ones.  Ahhh!  Sixty books donated, sixty readers reading, and sixty smiles for everyone--what a sensational goal! One more thing to love... and to check off my list.

#51 Time is Marching On

October is here and I can see the end of this test for me trying to prove that I can...what?  Stick to something for sixty days, keep accurate records of my daily activities, or prove that sixty isn't as old as it sounds.   I suppose it is something in between or possibly all of the above.   Am I growing weary of  the daily thoughts of what to do next on the list?  Most definitely.  However, doing sixty things of sixty things is not quite as daunting as it may seem especially when I have had 365 days to accomplish footle (one of my new words).  Gratefully, after agonizing and moaning over a few of the more difficult ones, the remaining fourteen do seem to be obtainable by year end.

The last of the list...

Swimming, learning new words, dancing, serving food, planting, baking, drinking, sewing, blogging, memorizing a few foreign phrases, piano playing, picture taking, cooking, and lifting weights.

It almost sounds like I should be celebrating. Not so fast.  The tiresome cookie baking is finally coming to a close; this one ranks at the higher end for being the most whined about goal.  And after the rough beginning with the closed pool due to some chlorine malfunction, I have a mere five miles of swimming to complete.   As far as the others, well, time is marching on but I am confident that the final few will also march off the "to do" list.

  Persevere and never quit is my motto until December 31st as the last goals will slowly slide into the done pile.   On a side note, since Wisconsin is experiencing an explosion of winning teams, I will use these last three months as a springboard to launch me and my list over the surmountable goal post!  (Could the over saturation of sport's terminology have anything to do with the number of games watched this weekend?)  She scores again with a home run blog!  Me-- 51 Blogs to complete-- 9

# 50 Espanol

Hola!  Coma esta?  Mi espanol es mejor than sixty sessions ago.  It is still not perfect by any means but step by step I am slowly learning the language.  Unfortunately it seems that fluency will not be the end result.  If I can get the basic question or answer across without too many mistakes, I consider it a small victory.

 Did I have fun with this one?  Absolutely, especially while visiting Peru I practiced with the locals as they encouraged my attempt at the language. My goal for the next ten years is to continue my quest for mastery. I will rev up the brain cells, engage the tongue, and experiment putting sentences together that won't offend or confuse the listener.   I will make sure I say I have three children instead of three eyes (hijo versus ojo--a mistake Senor Rob made), and allow time to practice, practice, practice.  Besides all the studying, I will need patience galore since my sixty year old brain seems to take a tad longer retaining these still foreign phrases. Never fear, in the distant future when I am riding off into the sunset I hope my last words will be, "hasta luego", and someone will actually understand me!

The Scarf

The Scarf           

Knitting row by row

Counting the stitches

The question was asked if I like to knit

“Not yet,” I reply struggling with each turn

Click clack with the needles

Am I done yet?

Grab the tape measure

Nope, keep knitting

Another row, another row

Do I like to knit

Hmm, it's getting easier

Twirl, swoop, flip goes the yarn

Measure again

Sixty inches in length

Done, finished, kaput!

Do I like to knit?

Maybe yes, maybe no

Actually, I don't think so.

A Ditty about Birdies

Bird Goal # 34

           

Sixty Birds

Green, black, blue, red, and brown,

Screeching, tweeting, singing, and calling,

Swooping, flying, soaring, gliding.
The Birders

Reading, searching, inquiring, recording

Debating on who was who,

One by one they were counted,

Scored on the sheet.

Tails, feathers, wings,

Colors, songs, and flights.

All noted and checked.

Sixty birds

Labeled one by one 

And now I am done
with my
sixty birds.

Goal # 6--Volunteer 60 hours

V ast variety of
O pportunities for
L asting memories while
U nderstanding self and others
N uturing ambitions for the
T eachable moments
E mbracing the unexpected that leads to
E nlightenment and gives one
R ewards, returns, and respect.


                      Yes! Volunteering 
                Giving, belonging, helping
                      Makes it all worth it.

# 46 Goal # 32 Revisited

#32 Share 60 list with 6 people born in 1951

Sixty

Bill and Tubby

Author and coach

Sally and Robin

Astronaut and comedian

Harry and Mary

Newsman and “Prez”

Ben and Jerry

Funky Ice Cream

Sixty!

Born in the year of ‘51

When Truman was finishing his reign

Gas was 19 cents and bread was 16

Who would have thought

That we would enter this world

When Yul became famous

In his King and I debut

And the 22^nd amendment was born.

Turning sixty

Not so bad.

#45 Reflections and Projections

After reviewing my list, I realized that I have completed a few goals without officially recording them so will combine them into one blog to pacify my need to ramble on about nonsensical thoughts.

# 7--Write 60 things I wish I had done when I was younger
The sky was the limit writing this goal.  When haven't we reflected back in time and wished we could change something we said or did.  This wasn't meant to be a list about regrets, but if there was a "do over" button on my sixty years, what would I have done differently?    From the very beginning,  I discovered that I hadn't had any major snafus and after the usual wishes-- eaten more vegetables, learned a foreign language, etc.--it appears nothing out of the ordinary has happened since 1951.  Sometimes boring is good.

The lesson learned was I can not change the past, however, the future is all mine to write so with that philosophy, goal # 35, became a guiding light on what to put on paper and committing to at least ten more years of goal setting.    My reflections became a projection into the next one with the anticipation of living a healthy and active lifestyle, keeping family a priority, helping others, being a good friend and enjoying life to its fullest.  I love it when two goals converge into one!

# 35 Make a list of 60 things to do by 2020
Because goal # 7 was a look back in time, this goal helped me discern what to construct for the next ten years.  Yes, there are too many places to see, people to meet, and projects to complete but this list helped me prioritize on what to do,  where to go, and when to start and finish as the birthdays come and go.  Life does seem to speed up as we age, but I am defying the cliche (if that is what it is) and embracing every single moment with a master plan--at least for the next ten years.

# 44 Frequent Visits to the Farmer's Market

Vibrant vegetables, flowering flowers, and fabulous fruit greeted me at every turn as I meandered down the rows of vendors pleasantly hawking their prizes of food.  What to choose when everything looked like it was waiting and ready to land on my plate for dinner that night?  The presentation of wares with the explosion of colors made shopping each week a delight for the eyes and well worth the trip for refueling.  Sixty items quickly added up as I made a concerted effort to find the best produce and the friendliest vendors on my sojourns to the farmer's market.  With almost every encounter I was rewarded with a smile and a comment on how to serve that particular delicacy to my family.  After this summer of buying at the markets, I am convinced that working with dirt and toiling in the fields begets the happiest people and their produce reflects their satisfaction with life.  Oh, to be a farmer... for a day.

Goal # 21, Buy 60 items at the farmer's market, is now completed but one that will remain on my list of what to do in the next ten years.  With fresh carrots and a juicy apple patiently waiting in the refrigerator, I will seize the blog writing and head to the kitchen to consume a scrumptious snack.  Thank you, farmers of Wisconsin, for your dedication to the land and your commitment to provide us with healthy eating choices.

#43 Filling the Food Pantry

A short and sweet tweet today about filling the food pantry.

  I discovered that goal # 8--Donate 60 items to the food pantry--was one way to counteract the economic problems some of our fellow Americans are facing today.  When I went to the grocery store, I would buy an extra item or two for our local food pantry and surprisingly, this quickly added up to sixty items.  Although this goal is checked off my list,  I will continue to donate because it is the right thing to do.

# 42 The Mighty Massage!

I am slightly befuddled.  On the one hand I am rejoicing over a check mark on the goal sheet, however, the downside of this celebration is that this dream of a mission has now ended.   You may ask what would create this type of consternation for me? It has been one of my all time favorites (though somewhat self-serving)--"Enjoy 6- 60 minute massages"-- and now it is over.

 Lisa was the masterful masseuse who provided me with an hour of absolute bliss after cooking or biking or whatever activity was on the agenda for the day.  There are some people who should be cloned and I rank her high on the list.   Not only is she skilled at her profession,  but she has a knack for listening, asking questions, and making sure you feel gosh darn good about yourself.  Such a gift, such a gem!

  Is it too late to alter the goal and make it 60--60 minute massages?  The answer to that question would unfortunately be "yes" as time is marching on and I still have others that need my attention.  As an emerging optimist,  I can revel in the fact that I included this brilliant goal to counterbalance some of the other less desirable tasks on my list.  Even though it has now moved over to the increasing "done" pile, I will be forever grateful for Lisa's strong healing hands and being the fortunate recipient of six marvelous massages.

# 41 Hi Ho Silver!

Home, home on the range! After spending a glorious week with the family in tow, I have finished goal # 25, Ride a horse for one hour. Actually, it was a fairly simple one now that it is finished but at the time I did not realize we would be spending four days at a dude ranch in toasty Madison, Georgia. Who in their right mind goes to a southern state to ride horses in the hot, muggy month of August? The hidden agenda behind all this was to corral all four children to one location and entice them with a fun family vacation while sitting on the back of a horse. This might have been more difficult than my entire 60 list, but the stars were in alignment and everyone arrived motoring from Massachusetts, Wisconsin, California, and Atlanta.

Sitting in a saddle for over eleven hours during the four days was tolerable especially since the pool was always available to comfort our backsides. I do not have any wild horse stories to report because these equines knew how to behave and responded when we wanted to trot, cantor, or meander through the wooded trails. Each of us bonded with our own special horse and our ability to manuever these majestic animals improved every day.

Reflecting on this year, I feel that I have the ubiquitous horseshoe with all the good luck filling my life including a family who helped me embrace this goal and provided me with a week's worth of laughter and cherished bonding time. Thanks to my kids and my favorite horse, Sparky.

#40 Eating Across America

Hmmm, #40 post and what has happened since the last entry? Thirty-six goals are completed and many more on the cusp of being finalized. Could the end be in sight and it is only August? Let me reflect on one of the yummier goals...

Eating at 60 different restaurants (goal # 55) was a culinary experience and we were rarely disappointed in the outcome. Scouting out small cafes or out of the way restaurants was not included in this goal, but as long as we were traveling and needed to fuel our bellies, why not find an undiscovered gem of a chef in podunk Kansas or in a remote town in Wisconsin? On our road trips, the food fare was often a delightful surprise to our palettes and made us even more eager to pursue the perfect appetizing treat for the next meal.

There were many memorable eateries, but one of my favorites was the Enchantment Yanapai Restaurant. Not only was the food divine, but being in a valley surrounded by the red rocks of Sedona added to the ambiance of the moment and was one of the finer feasting and gazing experiences during our stay in Arizona.

Although dining out is always an optional activity, eating is mandatory and I might as well enjoy someone's cooking other than my own (what, me cook?). The wisdom acquired from this goal is to look beyond the golden arches of food joints and not be afraid to walk into a restaurant with a name like Ma's Cookin'.

#38 Hike Every Mountain--or at least 60!

It seems like eons ago when I began this journey of the hiking goal. It initially was my primary focus as we were living in Tucson at the time and the hiking trails were abundant in the area. Each trail was carefully recorded as I worked my way to the magical number "60". Hiking is one of those activities that can be categorized as a strenuous climb up a mountain or a leisurely walk through the woods and enjoyed for the simplicity of the activity. It often is free and the only equipment necessary are your own two feet.

Out of all the hikes, Quandary Peak (14,265) was by far the most challenging and ten of my faithful friends traveled to Colorado to climb this "fourteener" on a day that was blessed with blue skies and not a cloud in sight. According to all the veterans, this is a good thing as we heard horror stories of thunderstorms and lighting bolts ruining a day on the mountain. But lucky for us the hike continued uneventfully and as we climbed we encountered numerous mountain goats on the trail who nonchalantly passed by us with little more than a snort as we gasped for air while walking precariously over the rocks.

The view from the top gave us all pause as we realized that after slowly maneuvering step by step up the last 2000 feet, we actually made it. What an accomplishment and as I gazed around at the breathtaking view, I was humbled by the sheer magnitude of the climb. This is only one of fifty-five "fourteeners" and I felt like a small fly balancing on top of the mountain. I did not have long to reflect on the meaning of life because when my naturally funny cohorts stopped gasping and recovered from their ragged breathing--the hilarity began. I will only mention bathroom issues and gastronomical repercussions--and now my lips are sealed because what happens on the mountain stays on the mountain.

The last hike was in Governor Dodge State Park where Rob and I strolled over gently rolling hills and through flower laden prairies while we marveled at our good fortune to be in a place where preserving our natural land has been a priority. Without standing too long on my soapbox, let's make sure state and national parks are financially supported and maintained so future generations will be able to enjoy them as I have for this nonstop, hiking heaven of a sixtieth year.

# 37 To Be or Not To Be...

The goal of attending six plays has been surpassed and will continue to be enjoyed throughout the year. It began with a trip to New York where we were fortunate to attend three engaging performances seeing: Catch Me If You Can at a matinee, Lombardi that evening, and Memphis the next night. Whew! We were not exhausted but exhilarated because WE LOVE NY!

There is a side note to Catch Me If You Can that is worth mentioning. When we were in line purchasing tickets we realized that they would not be discounted despite the last minute time frame--thirty minutes before curtain call. No deal, and as I walked away a gentleman approached Rob with a free comp ticket for that show. Long story short-- I was fortunate to sit next to this kind soul who happened to be the theatre critic from the Philadelphia News (Someone erred in the head office and he received an extra ticket). Rob was seated elsewhere and wondered what happened to me at intermission since my new friend enlightened me on his reviews of previous shows, how he writes them, and his recommendation on what we should see next. Free ticket, free commentary--anything free in NY is short of a miracle!

Another near miraculous and favorite summer time ritual experience is the American Players Theatre in Spring Green. Noel Coward's lighthearted Blithe Spirit versus Fyodor Dostoevsky's harsh Crime and Punishment prevailed as satisfying theatre experiences despite their contrast in, well... about everything (if you have ever read either one, you will know what I mean).

The last play to complete this goal was the community theatre group, Oregon Straw Hat Players, performing, Big River: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The talent among the locals is refreshing and certainly deserves a "hats off" for such a fine production.

From NY to Wisconsin, the diversity of talented people who are dedicated to their profession and are passionate about theatre is extraordinary; and the rest of us are the lucky recipients to their labor of love. Six plays checked off the list; a goal that was a pleasure to complete.

#36 There is Nothing Like a Good Book...

Reading, one of the greatest pleasures in life and it comes to no surprise that this would be ranked #1 on my list. Devouring 6000 pages in an array of books was not too difficult and I surpassed the goal midway into the year. Does this mean I can set aside the reading glasses and work on the numerous other goals that are waiting in the wings? No, even though it is done, I will not be deprived of my evening ritual of reading in bed. Could I possibly reach 16000 pages? Who cares, the goal is done, finished, kaput! I will keep reading but the recording has stopped as of right now.

So many books, so little time. By the way, does anyone have a good book to recommend? Sharing sixty titles or swapping sixty books would have been a fine complement to my ever growing list.

# 35-- 60,000 Feet and Not a Bust!!

I did it! The goal that was the initial inspiration for my "60" list has been accomplished. Last year as we were driving out to Arizona, I mentioned my desire to climb a "fourteener" in Colorado. Rob challenged me to not stop there but to climb 60,000 feet for my--sixtieth year. The rest is history, and I will now move on without climbing another step (staircases included) as I do believe my life has been destined to be confined to first floor dwellings.

The uphill adventures began in Costa Rica in January and continued in Arizona where every elevation was carefully calculated. At first the goal seemed impossible so after conferring with my referee (Rob) we concluded that since many of our hikes involved the ups and downs of mountain ranges, the elevation would be counted as such.

I am pleased to report that no adjustments were necessary because I managed to conquer it with pure total elevation gains (going up mountains).

The last eleven thousand feet were accumulated by spending nine days hiking in the glorious Colorado mountains. On the "fourteener" day, ten motivated women began the ascent to summit the high peak of Quandary--which registers at 14,265 feet. Despite our early conditioning to prepare for this trip, the high altitude rendered us to a step by step approach as the air became thinner and the mountain seemed to increase in size right before our eyes. We eventually reached the top proving it to be an exhilarating and exhausting event that will be lodged in our memory bank for at least the next sixty years.

Goal # 2--Climb 60,000 feet--has been successfully checked off the list. The combination of being on the top of the world (or at least 14,265 feet high) and the realization that anything can be overcome with determination, sturdy hiking poles, and my best buddies by my side is another gratifying moment to be recorded for the year.

# 34 Biking Sixty Miles Plus One

Today was the day to bike 60 miles with my best cycling buddy, husband Rob. He has been persistently pressing me to finish my list so the biking goal needed to be tackled soon. Numerous times we have made the attempt but the ever changing Wisconsin weather has not cooperated so today was the day. Mild temperatures and sunshine greeted us as I monitored the odometer to watch for that magical number. After riding twenty -two miles of rolling hills (the toughest part), we turned onto a bike trail but a mile later, Rob's derailer (I called it his rear gear) broke off his bike. No injuries to him but the bike was unsalvageble. What to do? Retreat and try another day or find some kind soul to give him a ride back to the house to borrow the neighbor's bike and proceed with this adventure. We opted for the latter and the rest of the ride was uneventful.

At mile 60 I stopped to savor that milestone, unfortunately, there was another mile to go to get to the car. Back on the bike for me because Rob was not going to pick me up. He has been a good sport so far but that would have pushed him over the edge.

It was a lovely sixty-one miles in one glorious day cycling the back roads of Wisconsin. Fortunately, only the goal (and Rob's bike) bit the dust and we didn't.

#33 A Party, Polio, and Pleasant Surprises

Generosity and compassion are the heart and soul of my dear friends. Sixty-five extraordinary people arrived to offer their help with my goal of raising $600. Not only did these friends show up in droves, but they came with checks in hand to donate a grand total of over a thousand dollars. Was I taken aback by these magnanimous gifts? No, because that is who they are--caring and passionate human beings. Was I dumbstruck by the amount raised? Absolutely.

When I wrote the original goal, I had not aligned myself with a charity that was near and dear to me until I read about the sixty cent (sixty being the magical number) cost of a polio vaccine that would protect a child for life from the crippling disease. Now with this fun-loving, partying group supporting Rotary International's campaign to eradicate polio along with the Gates Foundation matching the donation, over 4000 children will be inoculated.

One child at a time, one disease at a time, one step at a time. Amazing what can happen when you start the march. Thank you, benevolent friends; you have passed it forward.

# 32 Thankful

Thankful Appreciative Content Grateful Gratified Indebted Overwhelmed, Pleased Satisfied Relieved

Goal #46 states, Write 60 things I am thankful for, and unsurprisingly, this one has been completed. The year of gratitude began soon after the new year when the Packers delivered a Super Bowl victory. How can one not be more relieved especially if you are a fan or even a recent football convert such as yours truly (most likely only for the day--I tend to be a fickle fan)? I was not only thankful for the win since it made the men in my family ecstatic, but I was proud that we had a team representing Wisconsin in a dignified and respectable fashion. Thank you Donald, Aaron, Greg, and all the other players. Interestingly, the rest of my entries reflect an appreciative and hopeful year thus far, although, I feel like a bit of a Pollyanna (and ready to burst into song--"Everything's Coming Up Roses!"). Perhaps that was the purpose and therefore; mission accomplished!

# 31 Twitter

As my eldest son and I were chatting on the phone the other night I mentioned the blog and how thinking about composing thirty more entries by the end of the year was both time consuming and overwhelming. His no nonsense techie suggestion was to "tweet" my progress in 140 characters. Just writing the previous sentences would be over the limit and does that even include the spaces? I'm not sure I entirely understand how, why, or where the whole twitter business operates. With that said, I have overextended my tweeting capacity and will stop writing. Thanks, Aaron, for a new angle to my blogging dilemma. Short and sweet--I like the sound of that.

# 30 Half Way Done--almost.

Yes, June 30th has come and gone and I was too busy to stop and blog about my status at this critical half way mark. The taskmaster husband of mine has kept me focused when I have wanted to simply float through a day; he checks on me to make sure I am actively working, recording, or doing something pertaining to the list --and I thought I was obsessed with this project. I will have to say I have successfully completed twenty-five goals; or as the spreadsheet notes it, DONE! Since there will be no time to reflect or to ponder on what lies ahead for me, I will simply state the (yippee coyote) accomplishments as of today:

Read 6,000 pages

Write 60 things I wish I had done when I was younger

Send 60 invites for a party

Fly 6,000 miles

Run 60 miles

Do 60 push ups

Buy 60 postcards

Hot air balloon ride for 60 minutes

Bet $60 at Arlington racetrack

Turn 6 objects on a potter's wheel

Write 6 letters to Chris in Afghanistan

Skype children 60 times

Read 6 books published in 1951

Share 60 list with 6 people born in 1951

Recycle 60 basement items (or get rid of junk)

Identify 60 birds in Costa Rica

Brush the dogs 6 times

Spend 60 hours with my sisters

Do 60 sit ups

Make 60 mittens

Write 60 thankful things list

Knit a 60 inch scarf

Make a quilt with 60 squares

Write 60 letters

Research 60 birthday celebrations around the world

Whew! Enough said. Now on to the other thirty-five waiting in the wings to be checked off the list. Reflections will have to come later since, well, you know-- time is not on my side.

# 39 Cookie Consternation and Random Ramblings

As I was tackling the chore of baking another five dozen cookies--their size keeps shrinking as I approach the required sixty dozen--I began reflecting on this adventurous sixtieth year of mine. With the halfway mark under my belt, my goal was to be fifty percent finished at this point. After a few glitches and a number of successes, I do believe I am on the right track to scoring a one hundred percent completion factor by December 31st (my fingers are crossed on this statement).

First of all, a comment or two on a minor glitch--the cookie goal. It is another one of those--What was I thinking?-- that must be done since it has been written. Tonight I decided to try a different approach: embrace the cookie, be one with the cookie, and seize the cookie. So far it is not working and now I have an hour to let them sit in the refrigerator before I either burn or under bake them-- a common theme regarding my culinary skills. Giving them away has been a slight problem because who really wants to eat these barely edible morsels--except maybe the dogs.

When I began this journey, the projected goals were all to be attainable in a one year time frame. Nothing would be too outrageous (cookies, push ups, and mittens included) and each would encompass who I am and conceivably uncover any hidden talents. Is it working? Will I recognize this newfound genius when (or if) it happens? Only time and chance will tell (Hold the laughing--a miracle could be in the making...).

Constantly questioning my purpose is also a waste of time. To be more productive, I proclaim my new motto for the day is to proceed, persevere, and love the ride because that was my intention from the beginning.

On a side note--if anyone has an easy recipe that makes dozens of cookies, please send it to me ASAP. Gracias!

# 28 Aged to Perfection--Sisters' Weekend!

Oh my! The sisters' weekend (along with four splendid nieces) has to be ranked as one of the highlights of the year. I knew goal #40, Spend 60 hours with my sisters, would not be one of my more challenging goals...or would it? Consider the ways that this could test my ability to complete the list:

1. Distance--they live in the Mitten state and I live in Wisconsin so Chicago is a barrier for travel.

2. Coordinating calendars.

3. Possible sister fighting after spending more than 10 minutes together (I know that was decades ago, but still...)

4. Different interests--would they really want to run a 5k?

5 . Pee Pee laughing--enough said, you have all been there.

6. My displaced husband (now known as Cabana Boy) at our beck and call.

7. Controlled chaos and couch surfing.

8. Organizing a make and take activity with my limited crafting skills.

9. Being roasted and toasted over and over and over.

10. Wearing an embarrassing "Mary is Sixty" t-shirt along with the "Aged to Perfection" sash, and an exquisite tiara (do you have a visual on this?).

11. Seeing them hide their faces behind pictures of me that were stuck to six popsicle sticks.

12. Soaking fourteen feet in the jacuzzi after the run.

13. Surviving and actually enjoying a trip to the quilting store.

14. Having the time of my life.

Okay, so it wasn't a challenge to complete and I loved almost every minute of it--the shirt and sash were a bit over the top. This memorable weekend will be repeated in two years when the younger sister turns sixty. Guess what? Paybacks are coming and the planning has already begun.

# 29 Get Ready to PARTY!

Goal # 10, Send sixty invites for a party. The invitations were electronically delivered so this one can occupy the "done" pile. Now on to managing my time to actually plan, prepare, and get ready for the important event. This should have been on my sixty list--prepare sixty finger foods or, heaven forbid, make sixty cookies.

I did have the foresight to combine this goal with # 11 Raise $600+ for charity. Pretty sneaky, but I was in a quandary on how to approach this one. I deliberated on a couple of ideas and came to the conclusion that: 1. no one would buy my mittens even if I wanted to sell them and that also includes the pottery pieces, and 2. the cookie goal has not gone well and so will not pursue that venture. That left me to relying on friends (again) to pull me through.

Actually, the inspiration for a cause came from reading a Rotary magazine. Below is the exact wording of the invitation and it seems as if everyone has been receptive to the idea.

As most of you know, I have been diligently working on my sixty list and now that summer has arrived, goal #10, Send sixty invites for a party, needs to be completed. Meanwhile, I had been searching for anything with the number sixty to coordinate with goal # 11, Raise $600 for charity.

It was an "Aha!" moment when I read in the Rotary magazine that for as little as $0.60 worth of polio vaccine, a child can be protected against this crippling disease for life. Fortunately, polio was never a part of my life, and thanks to Jonas Salk, a vaccine was discovered that would protect us all. Americans are now free of this virus; but even with the work of Rotary International and the World Health Organization, polio has not been eradicated in four countries (India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Nigeria).

Please, no gifts or cards. However, if so inclined, any donation to The Rotary Foundation will help this cause and be greatly appreciated by the children of those countries.

Join us for the sweet part of this goal which will feature swinging music, socializing, and sweets for our honored guests.

The invitation via internet was fairly easy and now on to hosting the gala affair. Fun, food, and "sixty" tunes along with fundraising for a worthy cause hopefully has success written all over it. Soon I will be checking these goals off with a smile on my face because... everybody loves a party!

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It was an "Aha!" moment when I read in the Rotary magazine that for as little as $0.60 worth of polio vaccine, a child can be protected against this crippling disease for life. Fortunately, polio was never a part of my life, and thanks to Jonas Salk, a vaccine was discovered that would protect us all. Americans are now free of this virus; but even with the work of Rotary

International and the World Health Organization, polio has not been eradicated in four countries (India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Nigeria).

Please, no gifts or cards. However, if so inclined, any donation to The Rotary Foundation will help this cause and be greatly appreciated by the children of those countries.

Join us on July 7th for the sweet part of this goal which will feature swinging music, socializing, and sweets for our honored guests.

been diligently working xty lst and now that summer has arrived, goal #10, Send sixty invites for a party, needs to be completed.

Meanwhile, I had been searching for anything with the number sixty to coordinate with goal # 11, Raise $600 for charity.

It was an "Aha!" moment when I read in the Rotary magazine that for as little as $0.60 worth of polio vaccine, a child can be protected against this crippling disease for life. Fortunately, polio was never a part of my life, and thanks to Jonas Salk, a vaccine was discovered that would protect us all. Americans are now free of this virus; but even with the work of Rotary

International and the World Health Organization, polio has not been eradicated in four countries (India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Nigeria).

Please, no gifts or cards. However, if so inclined, any donation to The Rotary Foundation will help this cause and be greatly appreciated by the children of those countries.

Join us on July 7th for the sweet part of this goal which will feature swinging music, socializing, and sweets for our honored guests.