Working my way through the pile of mail yielded an unexpected reward. What I thought was a mortgage statement turned out to be a check for over payment in my escrow account. I didn’t have to buy a ticket or watch the daily drawing for this windfall. If I chose to be negative I could say it was an ill-planned savings program since I paid into the account over the course of the year.
Lottery fever has the media in a frenzy with the largest jackpot in history conjuring dreams of winning a billion dollars. Whole towns here in New Hampshire are forming citizen “pools” to up the odds of winning. I’m not sure I’d want to be the poor soul entrusted with the stack of tickets. It could take hours to run them all even electronically just to find you didn’t have a winner?!?! Anarchy would no doubt reign with that announcement.
My meager little bonus won’t go far by comparison but my needs are few. There are lots of little things I have put off for lack of funds:
- detail my car before winter (probably too late for that now)
- send the living room carpet out for its annual cleaning and restoration
- replace the fridge before it leaves me with a melting mess
There are fantasies of things like an upgrade to my aging camera, taking a quick trip, or booking a writing retreat this year. So much fun to savor the possibilities…