I bought my chance,
pocketed the ticket and imagined.
Studied local real estate listings
picked out the house,
Sent the note to hubby with the link:
When we win, can I buy this?
He said, I’m surprised you like that fake rock wall.
I said, At 3.5 million the rock isn’t fake.
I still hadn’t figured out which room will be my office,
where I’ll install the dozen book cases.
But when the numbers came up
some guy in Brampton
had taken my 60 million pieces of a dream.
so all my planning was for naught;
I guess for now I’ll have to be content
with what I’ve got.
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.
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Hubby approved the location, despite the rock wall. Here’s the house that won’t be mine: http://www.realtor.ca/Residential/Single-Family/15507510/16233-Commonage-Road-Lake-Country-British-Columbia-V4V1A8 (Not very common, I must say!)
Shawn L. Bird 
Fingers crossed ❤️
lol. Thanks, Carissa.
impressive words….
Thanks
>> But when the numbers came up
they weren’t mine….
Next time. 🙂
Have a pleasant and peaceful weekend.
Regards.
Probably not next time, either, but the fun is in the dreaming. 🙂
🙂 Yes, makes sense.
Regards
Yep! My kinda house! I’ll send you good vibes for the realization of all your wildest dreams. 🙂
It’s obscenely huge, but imagine the book launches, salons, house concerts and other such fun that could be had with that kind of space!
It’ll do you, until next time, at least. 🙂
🙂
It’s probably for the best. It’s too far to commute to my job, and I love my job.
I always enjoy at how you turn any trivial issues/happenings/events/etc into a simple, short but powerful poetry..
Thank you. I think it’s those ‘trivial’ quotidian moments that are the bulk of our lives, and so the most deserving of poetry.
Lovely. Life always offers second chances. 🙂
Or 100th chances… 😉