…We’d All Swim In Riches

So what if the standard fantasy came true for you and YOU “won the lottery”? What if suddenly you had more money than you could possibly spend in a lifetime?

I know there’s a trope about calling in “sick FOREVER” to work on Monday, calling from a private jet over the Atlantic on your way to the French Riviera. Nice, but probably not my style. The end result of that whole stinking Catholic upbinging and years of Catholic school nuns living in my head. I would want it to be orderly, measured, controlled, calm.

No, the first rule for me would be that NOBODY would know except for my accounting and legal team and immediate family. I do not want a target painted on my back for the nefarious amongst us, or for every political fund raiser or charity hand out. Not that I wouldn’t be generous in my support of causes that I am fond uf, but it would be at my initiative and my choice.

So a bit of time to get some financial and legal structures in place, take care of family, make some modest improvements to our lifestyles, and then…

…sleep. LOTS of sleep. I want to cast off the chains of that whole stinkin’ Protestant Work Ethic and embrace being lazy and slovenly.

There will be international trips and cruises and adventures and shennanigans galore when I’m ready, but first, I want to reset. I want to sleep in every day, take long naps, and collapse into a warm bed early every night.

Once I’m “tan, rested, and ready,” then we’ll start to travel and knocking things off of that imfamous “life list.” (I hate the term “bucket list.”) Trips to every continent. Chasing solar eclipses no matter where they occur. Safaris. Never missing a Chiefs game again, home or on the road. Following the Angels around the MLB circuit for a year, then the same for the Kings through the NHL the next year. Of course, getting current in the left seat again and getting my own plane. Not a business jet or a P-51 or anything extravagent, I’ll never have the time to get that sort of rating, but at least a nice six or eight passenger private plane like a Caravan or a Cirrus. An RV trip around the country to every National Park.

It’s a great fantasy. But I don’t need to daydream fondly of private LearJets. A nap in a warm, soft place will do just fine. I’ve busted my ass and pushed and pushed and pushed for 50+ years.

Enough!