No-one would say a million these days. Let’s say I played the Powerball lottery and perchance won $82 million.
What would I do? What would you do? First things first, tell my husband. Then this is about me and what I would want. This is my fantasy, not his.
First I’d bankroll a start-up for anything my husband wishes to do. Then I’d make sure every child in our family gets a college education and do with it what they wish after graduation.
I would rent a home somewhere in some mountains while we buy land and build our dream home. It would be small (2/2) and simple with a three car garage (one space for guests and enough room for a tool shed and gardening table) and heated garage and driveway.
Out back would be a MIL flat fitted behind the walls with disabled access devices (think rails in bathroom) prepared for but not installed, with room for at least six guests that would be annexed to Jim’s home work place and perhaps a writing place for me, but I’d really prefer a nook off the kitchen with old file storage elsewhere, as I pay the bills and want to hear noise before something boils over, starts to burn or if the dog needs anything.
I’d get a team together that covers legal, financial, administrative, home and other needs. I would start a foundation that would help children and animals and encourage girls to study math and science, also have all parents involved in the education of their children. Spay and neuter pets and ferals. And probably human/civil rights that keep the NSA from reading this email because their initials are in it. Thanks for reading! Say hi to your folks in Utah!
Travel is definitely on the itinerary, for educational purposes. if it wasn’t for TSA tagging me as the terrorist grandma every time I fly while my husband stands aside luckily holding my purse, laptop and passport awaiting my fate before going to the gate, I’d fly more often. Ye gads, imagine 20 years from now and they take my wheelchair apart and lay me out on the floor while they disassemble it and leave it to me, on the floor, helpless, to put it back together.
So sorry an agent got killed this week. That sad incident should have never happened but it really makes me not want to fly over Thanksgiving but we do have a flight. I’m sure that they are going to triple down at TSA over the holidays. Let’s just hope I don’t get taken to that “special room.”
Yes, last time I flew they needed to pat me down after the naked scanner. They asked if I wanted a special room and I said no, let all 2,000 people walking by see you feeling my breasts and crotch so they know what they’re about to discover is yet to come. Then the first TSA woman left without explanation and I stepped off the pad and two TSA agents stepped up out of nowhere ready to beat or tase me and told me to stay put. The first agent was looking for bomb residue on my hands. Of course there was none. I think they may have been putting on a show for their bosses and I was the victim that time. My husband went through with TX BBQ on dry ice, no problem.
I will add access to a private jet to my fantasy list. Yes, I’d put my husband through flight school and perhaps buy him a small plane. This is for you, dear!
Nothing for the dog. Perhaps another $35 collar for a “wardrobe.” She’s happy as is. Ours would be the rural home to which every stray/feral would visit. That is my dream as well as we cannot have a cat indoors (husband’s allergies). I would build a warm/cool, interesting facility for them outdoors, as I miss seeing them and I’m glad this dog person, 25 years ago, became a cat person as well. Wishful thinking, indeed,
I was taught to reach to meet my destiny by one parent, and to stop and consider my limitations by the other. It certainly has been a path, unique by any standards but next I get to tell you about our place and how that will change the world! Dee
Cooking with Dee 