What does a dollar bill buy these days? Not much, that’s for sure.
However, if you take that dollar bill to 7-11 and buy a lottery ticket then you’ve just bought yourself a week’s worth of million dollar daydreaming!
We have all fantasized about what we would do if we ever won the lottery. In my case, I don’t dream about winning one of those power ball tickets worth hundreds of millions. Contemplating those kinds of numbers would only confuse me, but dreaming about two or three million would keep me busy for awhile!
I have the usual dreams of using the first million to pay off my home, my daughter’s home and the homes of my siblings. (My mother was always included in that list but she’s already paid hers off so that will save me a several thousand.)
The fantasy is not so much being able to pay the mortgages but to imagine the look on their faces when they find out it’s been done!
Oh that would be sublime.
I guess we all have the “getting everyone out of debt” fantasy. It certainly is a good one and worth every vision.
And I’ve held on to this next fantasy for years. It has become very intricate for a daydream, but I enjoy thinking about it and adding to it from time to time.
I’ve had a job, (sometimes two and three at a time) for as long as I can remember, certainly all of my adult life. As millions of other Americans have done, I have worked hard to pay a decent rent each month however, trying to scrape together first month, last month and a security deposit could run into a couple thousand bucks. This amount would be hard for any one person to hand over in one lump sum, impossible for those who live from week to week.
This made it difficult to find a nice living space in a corporate owned apartment building. Usually choices for those of us who could not afford the first, last and security money were forced into renting places not so nice, not so safe and with a landlord who did not consider repairs and upkeep a priority.
Thankfully, I own my home now, but I don’t think I will ever forget the struggles of renting which started this particular daydream.
Every day on my commute to and from work I pass an old empty motel. It’s been sitting there forever and for the last decade or so it’s been empty. Someone takes care of the grounds because even though it’s uninhabited, the area is always neat.
My fantasy is to buy the space with my lucky lottery winnings and turn it into a halfway house of sorts. A halfway house not for addicts or ex-cons but for working, single mothers who find themselves, for whatever reason, temporarily out of a home.
I’ve given this dream much thought over the years and I have worked out all the details in my head, however, my dream is so intricate I could not put it all down in this blog.
Essentially it would be the place a single working mother could stay with a maximum of two children, (the rooms would not be big enough to accommodate more than three people) rent free with minimal expenses for a maximum of 100 days.
During this time the participant could save and accumulate enough money needed for entrance into a nice apartment in a nice neighborhood.
There would be many stringent rules and they would be rigorously enforced. I think success of an operation like this would depend on a strict format.
After being an occupant in “Tara’s Halfway-House to Peace of Mind” and you are flush with first, last and deposit money you may settle into a nice secure apartment.
As a graduate of our program, we would ask for donations of money, (only if and whatever could be spared) or donations of supplies, furniture, fixtures, equipment and maybe most important, we would ask for you to donate your time.
If money is not an option, pledge time for an afternoon or one day a month to volunteer a specialty, (cleaning, bookkeeping, data processing, lawn maintenance, fundraising) or any job or expertise a former occupant could offer would be accepted and appreciated.
Not only can you be on the receiving end of this program, but you could be part of the continued success of this program.
Anyway, that’s my big fantasy. I make mental notes, elaborations and improvements on this fantasy each day I drive by the space.
I suppose I would make a boring millionaire.
But who knows, I could be sitting on the couch watching the lottery results when all six of my numbers pop up and I could instantly turn into a rich fool with so many zeros added to my bank balance that I go nuts buying cars and boats and houses, clothes and jewelry in excess, have a few nips and tucks, and have my own personal housekeeper, groundskeeper, masseuse, hairdresser, manicurist, cook and pool boy, (Oh my yes, a pool boy!)
And soon I will be the featured guest on that show “The Lottery Changed My life” as I tell of how I squandered millions of dollars without one thing to show for it!
Whew! I don’t want to be THAT lottery winner!
I’m confident this would not happen to me, if only because I’ve had an aversion to shopping for as long as I can remember. I hate it. And when I say “hate” it I’m using the word “hate” in its strongest form.
I avoid shopping malls like the plague and when I am forced into shopping venues, I know exactly what I’m there for, I go in, make my purchase, I come out, nobody gets hurt. So even with millions of dollars, I just can’t see myself going on a shopping spree. Gives me chills just thinking about it!
I remember years ago, the first few tickets I purchased, or should I say the first few dreams I purchased, I would show them to my daughter and say, “Hey, maybe by this time next week we will be living in a home of our own!”
She would say to me, “Mom, you might as well have just crumpled that dollar bill up and thrown it out the window!”
She was right of course, but I say the opportunity to dream and dream big is worth every bit of that dollar.