What would Judi do?

I am right handed.  This makes me part of the majority and makes my life easy.  I have a left handed kid and we often stumble upon things that make me realize my life is a little easier than hers.  Vending machines, metro turnstiles, handicap door access panels - all set for right handed people.  I'm used to it.  My daughter complains but realizes this is life. So all is good, right? Nope. I have a repetitive stress injury that is affecting my right shoulder, back and neck.  I'm supposed to be in a sling and keep my right arm immobilized.  Easy peasy, right?  Hell no. Aside from the fact that the words "do not work for 2-3 weeks and keep your arm in a sling" are words that set an interpreters heart stopping, life is not easy with just one arm.  Lucky for me, I'm finding amusement in this.  I'm learning things I never thought of before.  What, you ask?  Here's some things that are making me laugh: I can't mix pancake mix with my left hand.

My daughter, M, had a great idea the other night.  She sees me struggle with things I don't know how to fix - the plumbing, car problems, electrical problems - the list is endless. So, what is M's suggestion you ask? Brother husbands.  You know, like Sister Wives, only handier. She made a list of the kinds of husbands I should have: 1.  Computer (current boyfriend fits this one) 2.  Plumber 3.  Mechanic 4.  Landscaper 5.  AV Sales person (someone wants new audio equipment) 6.  Chef 7.  Doctor 8.  Orthodontist (that request comes from A, the one with braces) 9.  A (random) millionaire 10. Someone who works at Apple/Motorola/Samsung 11.  An interpreter so I can be a stay at home mom (A's request) I like that they put so much thought into this.  I am surprised that they think I will have enough, um, stamina for 11 husbands.  Or interest.  Or patience. I would like 11 friends who fit the list, though.

A while ago, I joined a bunch of other bloggers in publishing our bucket lists.  It was hard for me to come up with my own bucket list.  I couldn't get my head around making a list of things to do before I die.  Yet, in reality, I've had to do it before - in real life.  When I was told I had a brain tumor and random people started hugging me just to prove it was serious, I started thinking of the things I needed  to do before I died.  Then that diagnosis changed and I realized I'd be here for a while so the thought left. My mom is 83 years old.  It is unlikely she will live for another 20 years.  She has Parkinson's Disease (PD).  Actually, she could live another 20 years - she's otherwise healthy.  But she won't be able to walk for much longer.  That fact affects the things that can go on the bucket list. I struggled finding 10 things left that I wanted to do in my life.  It's even harder to find things left to do in the life of a woman who has already