don’t write this to make you jealous, but I suppose it is public information. My wife and I won $4 on a Mega Millions ticket Saturday night. We’d appreciate some privacy as we navigate our new life as lottery winners.
I’m writing this on Monday afternoon and Facebook is down and it is terrifying and exhilarating all at one time. Maybe, in the name of climate change, we could shut down Facebook every other week to give us all a mental break.
I know that some of you read my climate change comments and think I am some right-wing nut job, but you’re going to look back someday and remember how right that idiot in The Landmark was. The pandemic warnings, scares and government orders are slowly being implemented for climate change reasons. I predict a future when certain interstates will be shut down at certain times of day or night in the name of “saving the planet.” Some roads will be reserved for “electric” vehicles at certain times/days. These will be but only a couple of the types of things we will see and not even question in the near future.
We’ve succumbed to the government argument that they are “saving us” and it won’t end with this random pandemic.
I only buy lottery tickets when it gets above $100 million or so. I’m kind of a lottery prude. I don’t want to walk away with a measly couple of million dollars and spend the rest of my life disappointed in not winning the big one.
For the record, I probably lean toward “right-wing nut job” but don’t consider myself a full-fledged member. You make your own decision on labeling me. I prefer to think of myself as a Libertarian that is realistic enough to vote Republican. I suppose I am a Pragmatic Libertarian; our picnics and parade spots are relatively small though.
On top of my lottery winnings, I’d also like to report that my wife and I are getting ready to welcome our very first “harvest” as landowners. During the pandemic, we got restless that the world was ending and bought 10 acres of land in Clinton County. Our COVID infected minds somehow convinced us that our marriage could survive building a house and such. Our post COVID and moderately sober minds have convinced us otherwise and so we “cash rented” the land and are expecting approximately $1,500 to come rolling in soon, making us “farmers.” The renter “put it in beans” and we have taken to watching the crop grow as if we were somehow responsible.
We even complained about the “volunteer corn” that came up in the bean rows and the renter (he taught us the “volunteer corn” phrase) explained that he would be spraying that. We are looking forward to dropping a tailgate in the harvested field and drinking a Bud Light and overseeing our success, ala Eddie Arnold and Zsa Zsa Gabor. Anyway, combined with the lottery winnings and this windfall, it’s only a matter of time before we expand this operation. Stay tuned.
(Guy Speckman can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or “farming”)