Of course, I wrote the first blog when the lottery prize was approaching a mere half-billion dollars. It's a bit harder to ignore a prize that is heading north towards a billion dollars. Here's what makes the ten bucks I will lose on the ticket worthwhile.
- Helen frequently talks about what she would do if she ever has the good fortune to get a lot of unexpected money; she has a long list of friends and family who would have much easier lives with her generous help. A lot of needy strangers and abandoned animals would benefit as well.
- Of course, she would share it with me and I now admit to enjoying the fantasy knowing full well that I will never see even 30 heads or tails in a row. But it's time for me to own my fantasy and eat crow.
The point is, lottery dreams are akin to reading fiction; we know it is not reality but the fact that someone somewhere eventually will realize a dream come true provides just enough reality to enjoy a little entertaining fiction.
Well, I need to get on with my day; have a crow to eat and lottery tickets to give to Helen.
[BTW, the phrase "eating crow" dates back to a story about a dim-witted farmer written around 1850. Wikipedia notes that crow is not just terribly repugnant but is among the birds forbidden to be eaten according to Leviticus, and there begins a long list of eating distasteful things when one humbly acknowledges a mistake (eating: "your hat", "dirt", "ones words", and "crow".) ]
[BTW, the phrase "eating crow" dates back to a story about a dim-witted farmer written around 1850. Wikipedia notes that crow is not just terribly repugnant but is among the birds forbidden to be eaten according to Leviticus, and there begins a long list of eating distasteful things when one humbly acknowledges a mistake (eating: "your hat", "dirt", "ones words", and "crow".) ]