More Wishes

Second bathroom so Sandy won't have to save coffee cans for her own use when I'm taking too much time

A walk-in shower. I can't use the shower/potty chair we had for the father because I can't swing or lift my legs over the tub. So I take spit baths all the time. At least that's better than in the old days when folks seldom even washed and everyone stunk.

A piano. I might rarely play it, but Sandy would.

A full and finished basement with a ramp instead of stairs.

A dining room. A big one that could seat at least 12 people comfortably at a table with room left over for a card table.

An overhead bonus room (again with a ramp instead of stairs). It would be large enough for shelves for my yarn and crochet books. Also storage space and a sizeable work area for scrapbooking. And windows on all 4 sides so I could look out over the neighborhood.

I would like to visit my old home-town, but I'd like the clock to be turned back so it could look like the old days. But maybe that wouldn't be so good.

A ride on a merry-go-round again. And -a first time one for me- a ride on a roller coaster.

I'd like to visit Australia, London, and Norway.

I want to go to a New York stage show, a good musical. When my Aunt Babe lived with my mom in Portland, she would drag my mom to a lot of the touring stage musicals. But first she'd buy a copy of the play so my mom, who was very hard of hearing, could read it and know what was happening. The music was something she could hear okay. And they always got seats near the front.

And I guess that is enough for now. Wish in one hand, spit in the other, and see which one fills up first. That's something my grandfather-in-law Herrick used to say to the wishers in the family. Only he didn't say spit!