In short, I have a lot of fun. Originally Sandy mocked my lottery game, but eventually she came to realize that I reaped many hours of entertainment for my dollar. (No, I never buy more than one. No need to, if it's the right one!) And eventually she started dreaming with me. We'd figure out how much we each got to play with, after we'd set aside the funds that ensured our early retirement. And then we'd debate the merits of giving more, smaller gifts or just a few large gifts to the causes. When the pot was really large, we'd dream about creating our own foundation and giving money over time.
Still, Sandy remained realistic. She said that she didn't think we should base our future on any plan that begins with "first, we win the lottery."
I haven't bought any lottery tickets since she died. I haven't felt particularly lucky. And my usual optimism has been muted, at best. But I'm still dreaming unrealistically, as anyone who's been reading this blog knows.Thursday afternoon I was biking and thinking about Sandy's return, and I startled myself with my own sudden loud laughter as I imagined her grinning and saying,"Any plan that begins with first, we bring Sandy back from the dead. . ."
This post gave me the smile I so needed this morning.
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