$2 and a Dream

This morning I traded two dollar bills for a piece of paper that could make me a multi-multi-multi-millionaire in slightly more than 30 hours.  Yes, I bought a PowerBall ticket.  Yes, the odds are that I've dropped my money down a rat hole.  But for two dollars I can dream, can't I?  Better a $2 dream than remorse over a crashing stock market.  It's been a week that I'm glad that I'm out of the market.

It's only the third time in 3-1/2 years that I've bought a $2.00 PowerBall ticket.  I let the machine pick the numbers for me.  Interesting that each time 39 appears in my row of numbers.  Will the third time be a charm for number 39?

IF I won, how would my life change?

I can't say I'd quit my job - I'm retired.

I can't say I'd pay off my mortgage - I paid cash for my condo, no mortgage, no debts.

I can't say I'd go around the world - I've been to all the places I wanted to see when travel was less of a hassle and the world was a kinder place.

This morning I sat on my balcony looking at the newly risen crescent moon, topped by bright Venus and slightly below Venus to the left was Saturn, on a direct line from Saturn to the right Antares, part of my favorite constellation Scorpio.  Out of my line of vision the Southern Cross was glowing near the horizon.  The air was balmy, not much breeze.  In the distance I watched the red and green navigation lights blinking in a calm sea.  Would a winning PowerBall ticket have made the morning any better or the stars any brighter?

I don't think so.   But I'll check those winning numbers, just in case.

Penny Pincher

PS close but no cigar.... I had 2 of the five winning numbers, but NOT the powerball.  39 was NOT one of the winning numbers.  Third time = NO charm.  Next time I'll spend my $2 on a taco.