The idea of the bucket list. We all have them. Buckets and buckets of unfinished business. You can just pull out one and decide to focus on that One. But the other items get jealous and call out. They yell “Stockholm Syndrome!” and “You love her better than me!”

You can’t win. The South of France is so far and you’re not learning the language as well as you might. You prefer zwieback to learning German. You suck at English and that’s your first language.

Oh Binda, where are you? What country are you in? Stop sending me buckets. Just send postcards.