Yet Another Bucket List

I've made .. and revised .. a bucket list serveral times over the years.  And every time, fate just laughs and deals me another blow.
At this point I'm tempted to reduce my list to "survive".  But I don't even really care if I do that.
I used to want a ride in a hot air balloon .. and then there was a spell of multiple serious accidents involving balloons.  Hmmm ... forget that.  I wanted to ride in a limosine ... and then found out how much they cost.
I'd still like to ride an elephant; but there don't seem to be any in this apartment complex (although some of the dogs are quite large).  And a train ride ... no fun alone and nowhere in particular to go.
I had a list of quilts I wanted to make .. but of course, didn't count on losing too much vision to do them by the time I actually had time.
So now ... I guess the only thing on my bucket list is to actually have some kind of social life of my own.  
And in my uncertain world, I guess that's good enough for now.