“How practical do these ideas have to be?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Go nuts, I guess. We can always cross things off the list if they’re too ridiculous.”
“That’s true.” He leaned over and blew in her ear.
“Cut that out.” She couldn’t help the grin that contradicted her words. “What’s impractical that you were thinking of?”
He shifted and cleared his throat. If she wasn’t mistaken, she’d think he was embarrassed.
“Come on, you. Out with it.”
“I was thinking…how about dance instructors? You see those shows with celebrities learning to dance in a matter of weeks. Think how good we might get in six months, and it looks like all kinds of fun.”
Roz squealed and clapped her hands. “Fantastic idea. I’ve always wanted to dance like that.”
“Okay, then.” He smiled, showing lots of teeth. “Let’s start the list with that.”
“This is a great idea. I think all kids should do this before high school. Maybe more would discover their bliss.”
“Yeah, we could call it the Bliss List.”
Roz laughed. “One can always hope it leads to finding our bliss…outside the bedroom, that is.”
He playfully nipped her ear and growled.
“Don’t start, buddy. We need to concentrate on this.”
“Okay.” He sighed. “How about you? Is there anything else you’ve been dying to try but never pursued?”
“Like skydiving?”
“Skydiving! You mean you’d jump out of a perfectly good airplane that wasn’t going down in flames?”
She chuckled. “I take it you’re not into that idea.”
“Talk aboutdyingto try something.”
“I’m sure it’s not that dangerous, or we’d hear more about it on the news.” She lifted one eyebrow. “You’re not scared, are you?”
“Of course not. I was just teasing. Actually it never occurred to me, but I’ll try it. I hear some people get really addicted to it.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that too. Some even compare it to bliss.”
“But how would that translate into a job?”
“Maybe we could join some of those fancy dive teams, or we could get certified as instructors after a few hours.”
“How few?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll look into it later. Let’s not stop brainstorming while the ideas are flowing.”
Konrad paced with his hands in his pockets. “Okay. Let’s think of a few more ideas.” Suddenly he halted. “I know, cooking school! We could take a couple of cooking classes, and if preparing food is something we feel passionate about, we could go to culinary school and open a restaurant.”
“Yeah, the cooking part sounds like fun. I might like to become head chef, but I’ll let someone else own and run the place. That sounds like more headaches than bliss.”
“Good idea. Let’s see if the cooking really turns us on, first. Then if we really like the idea of owning our own place and think the headaches would be worth it, we can follow up after that.”
“There’s the practical side. I knew you had one.”
