I often find myself wishing for things that will never be, like me being rich. I know, money is the root of all evil, but I feel evil towards the lack of no money. It's not that I want great and magnificent things. Just a little extra cushion in the bank account would make me feel rich, rich, rich.
It's times like yesterday when Shana had a hard day, had to replace a tire, was told another tire needed to be replaced, that I wish I was rich, rich, rich. It's times like today when I got the bright idea to clean the windows, and one broke. How? I have no idea. It just popped while I was holding it in my hand. If I were rich, rich, rich, I would replace all these dirty, leaky, breakable windows in this house that we call home.
I remembered I had a mini blind in the closet, so I could replace the broken one in the den. That's what started all of this. If you are going to replace the mini blind, then you need to clean the window. I should just sit and stare out the dirty windows all day, and not start projects that frustrate and make me feel poor.
I know I'm rich in other ways, and I appreciate all that richness. Still.....there are seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years......that a little bit of extra would go a long way. Like buying a plane ticket for Sarah so she can come home for Thanksgiving.
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