If I had a million dollars, I wouldn’t go crazy with it. Oh, I’d buy myself a Mother’s Ring with my kids’ birthstones, and I’d probably splurge on a Little Gracie quilting frame, but those are pretty small purchases for a person with a million bucks. After that, I’d be very practical.
I’d buy a house. Not a fancy house, not a showplace. Just a simple house with enough bedrooms for my kids and me. It would have to be near town, close enough to the school and grocery store that I would never again have to worry about being trapped at home in bad weather. My dream house would have a good furnace and central air, a dishwasher, and a big enough yard for me to have some peony bushes and a small vegetable garden.
It would have to have a heated toilet seat too. Hey, I live in Michigan and I have a big butt. Enough said.
I’d buy a van. I miss my van. I hate our Expedition and am more than happy to let my husband keep it; my little Focus wagon is a very nice car that is safe and sturdy and handles like a dream, but I just felt safer in my Windstar. A van could carry my kids and their friends; a van is bigger and heavier on dangerous winter roads without feeling like I’m driving a school bus.
I’d set up a small scholarship fund in my mother’s name for girls graduating from her high school. She always told us that she was denied the right to speak as Valedictorian because of her gender, and was subsequently denied a scholarship for the same reason. Whether her story was true or not, I like the sound of the Kay M. Kirk Memorial Science Scholarship.
I’d make a sizeable donation to some of the local food pantries, and to the Kalamazoo Gospel Mission.
After that, all I would want from the money is enough to live on for the next year. Groceries, living expenses, nothing special. Enough to be able to stay home and write for a year without having to stress about finding a job. Enough to take care of my kids without asking for child support – not that their father would ever try to get out of paying. It would just be nice if he didn’t have to pay. We are really trying to do this “friendly divorce” thing, and there’s nothing friendlier between exes than the words “no, I don’t need child support”.
I’d keep the rest in a “rainy day fund” and hope for sunny skies. I have three very smart kids who are all going to want to go to college, so I have a feeling the money wouldn’t last long after those essentials.
That’s basically it. Yes, I am a very boring human being. I wish I could fantasize about tropical vacations or out-of-control shopping sprees. But really, I’d be bored on a beach and I detest shopping at crowded malls. I just want a home and a car, and a chance to give a little something back.
Although a trip to Scotland would be pretty cool.
No, I’d better stop while I’m still being practical. No need to overspend my imaginary money.
This post is part of Finish the Sentence Friday, and this week’s starter sentence was “If I had a million dollars, I would. . . “