Immediately I realized that I began to worry about it. How much of it should I put away for the kids to go to college? Would I continue working? Would I need to work to keep my health insurance or could I afford it with that much money? Should I give it all away to good causes? Should I use it to start a business to create jobs for unemployed poets?
I think my blood pressure went up 40 points within a few moments.
Instead I decided two things. One, I will continue not spending money on lottery tickets. Two, I would declare a holiday called Lower Middle Class Day! I am celebrating, instead, my modest home that I can afford, my 8 year old car that still runs fine, my ability to find good deals at Goodwill, and the fact that I can work part time and have time to enjoy the rest of my life while hovering slightly above the poverty line.
Hmmmm?
4 comments:
I love your new holiday! I am celebrating it in the same way--not buying a lottery ticket, and in gratitude and joy. Also, I have a job interview next week. Unless I am taken up in The Rapture (or, as I gather, eaten by a zombie). If we both attend the same After the Rapture party, we can wave our lack of lottery tickets in the air!!
I apparently was bumped from the rapture. This has happened before and it tends to bum me out.
Zombies rule!
I like your holiday, but may be too downwardly mobile to qualify. Also love "bumped by the rapture" which could be a good disco song for dancing on a lighted dance floor under a glitter ball for inebriated Cornhuskers wearing reindeer sweaters and crepe-soled shoes. Oops, I almost wrote souled.
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