Yep. I got sucked into it. The whole $600-odd million megabucks lottery tonight.
I have been holed up in my studio for the better part of this past year when I have not packing for our move to Myrtle Beach, and a vacation is certainly high on my list of priorities at this point.
Maybe to visit my Aunt and cousins in Czech…take a tour of a bead factory…
Maybe to Poland where I had some of the best times of my life….
Or to Italy to see all the magnificent cities the girls and I have learned about…to the city of San Giovanni Rotondo where the shrine to my favorite saint, St. Padre Pio is located….
Then there’s Hawaii…mmmmmm…leis and lazy days and mai tais…..
“Mommy!! She put a booger on me!!” sigh…
I ducked into the nearest bathroom and sat on the toilet and had a long heart to heart with both Saint Padre Pio and my father. I asked for them to let me know what numbers to darken-in on the lottery form.
“Mommy!!” again – sigh, “she took my brand new tangerine pashmina and won’t give it back. I swear, if you don’t give it back, I’m going to tell you-know-who that you have a crush on him!!!”
I tried to sneak out of the bathroom only to be spotted by Daughter #4, “Mommy? Do convewtabulls have wids?”
“That’s a great question,” I smiled absentmindedly, still lost in my private little paradise in my mind, “I’ll have to think about that one.”
“Doesn’t Wandi have one?”
“Ummmm, I’ll have to ask her,” and smoothed down her silky brown hair and kissed her forehead.
After my father passed away last year, it was very difficult for me to get back in the swing of things. So, instead of forcing myself to go back to where I was before he died, I took the time to forge ahead and and voraciously learned as many new artisan skills as I could wrap my brain around. And finally, tomorrow, I relaunch my website in tribute to my dearest Daddy, my AMAZING mother, my best friend in the entire Universe – Randi, my five incredible daughters, and all those who are making my life easy and beautiful on this journey.
When I spoke to my best friend, Randi later on, I remembered to ask about the “convuwtabull wids”.
And yes, it turns out, convertibles do have lids – errrr – roofs. And, Randi promised to take me down to the Myrtle Beach Boardwalk as soon as we move down, where we would search for our elusive man in blue and white – the one with the nice muscles I see jogging on the boardwalk’s webcam quite frequently.
Somehow the numbers I asked St. Pio and my dad for never “appeared” and ultimately I just jotted down the first numbers that entered my head right before I bought the tickets.
So now, the three daughters who are still up and I will snuggle into our Corda-Roy, pop some popcorn, and watch the drawing.
And dream about driving around with our “wid” down.
PS: I want to give a HUGE shout out to Lesley Carter and her blog “the Bucketlist“. She was my very first like and follower and she is approaching 2 million reads (pretty amazing!!)