I ‘wish’ it was wicked…but not too much luck with that today. At least not yet.
Instead another long, looooong day in the car had me thinking of so many things I wish I could change around here. Wish David was still here…the kids miss him so much. Wish I could buy him one more banana split at Dairy Grove…and watch the kids giggling over their own ice cream, and how much Dat loved his 😀
Wish I could find a job. Now that at least can be more than a ‘wish’. I can change that. I will change that.
Wish I could find a better ‘home’ for the kids, and me. Found a wonderful little run-down ‘shack’ of a home driving around last week, the paint long gone, but the porch strong and sturdy, the tin roof needing a good cleaning and mercy! does the whole place need landscaping…a girl can dream. It would be such a joy to take an old abandoned house like that and bring it back to life. Make it a ‘home’ once more. No fancy renovations; just restore it and love it. Put an old wringer washer like Grandma had on the back porch, and a tire swing in the tree out front.
Get a wood burning stove (or gas if the city is picky) like the one we love at writer’s camp.
My cast iron would be right at home. 
Add a porch swing and a joggling board…
I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life fixing the old place up and making it a little ‘more loved’ every year.
If wishes were horses….
Someday, I’ll gallop away.
Pamela C Reese 