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I’ve done a lot of things in my life. Some because I wanted to, some because I had to, and some because they just happened.

There have been exciting things and fun things and sad things and scary things. Some things I have done many times and others only once. There are a lot of hours and days and years in life and, if we are lucky, our time is filled with a wide variety of experiences.

Of course, there are also a lot of things I haven’t done. Some because I have never wanted to, but there are others I always thought I would get around to one of these days. Most of them, I probably won’t.

I’m probably not going to go to the Isle of Sky or Easter Island and I’m probably not going to see the USA men win the World Cup in soccer, and I know for sure I’m never going to surf a big wave or ride in a steeplechase or dance swan lake or write a best-selling novel.

My bucket list has dwindled down to a tin cup and my undone list is filled with mundane things everybody else probably takes for granted, but I have never gotten around to for one reason or another. I’ve never had my ears pierced (do I really want to?). I’ve never been to a gym (and probably won’t). I’ve never had a manicure (wasted effort if you are a potter). I’ve never cut the grass (which makes me feel very fortunate). And, until last weekend, I’d never washed a car. It just never came up somehow. Children and grandchildren often chose that as a money-free gift, or somebody would run it through a car wash for me.

I’m not sure what possessed me to decide my car-washing time had come. I’ve never paid much attention to how a car looks as long as it runs, but mine really had gotten awful with leftover pollen still caked on and an accumulation of dirt and dust from parking under trees and living on a dirt road.

I gathered up a bucket, sponge, and brushes and headed for a hose. In Little Red Hen mode, I declined my husband’s offer to help and did it myself. I don’t think I’ll be asked to drive any princesses in a parade, but at least I’m not embarrassed to get in my car in a parking lot now.

Sure feels good to have that checked off my list. I don’t think I need to do it again.

Jean McCamy is a Wake Forest artist.