Retirement

My Beloved and I have a plan. We're going to win the lottery, buy a farm (there's some beautiful farmland just minutes from our house - rich, green rolling hills tucked under the Niagara Escarpment), and retire to a life of verdant pastures, homemade pickles, hand spun yarn, and peaceful solitude.

And crochet. Of course.

For me, anyway. My Beloved will busy himself with guitar playing, comic book reading and vegetable growing.

We need to win the lottery because our vision of farm life isn't meant to be one of hard manual labour. We figure we've done enough mental plowing over the last several years and are owed a pass from the universe, which we'd like to see come to us in the form of a hobby farm and a hefty, lottery-fueled bank account to sustain our rural lifestyle well into our golden years.

It's not too much to ask, right? It's totally not.

And 6/49 is $26 million on Wednesday...

May 11, 2009


...and on that farm she had some yarn, e-i-e-i-o!