5 For Friday: What I’ll Do When I Have a Little Dough


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So, I have a job again. No more leisurely mornings playing disc golf or schlepping around the running track at the park. No more resumes cluttering up my desktop. No more avoidance of updates on my LinkedIn profile.

No more DSS, no more indeed.com, no more thought to whether I could work overnight shredding paper for eight hours (I decided that I could.)

I’m not exactly rolling in dough, unless you count the cookie variety. I had to step back out of the middle class when I traded my benefits check for a bonafide paycheck, but that’s the American dream, right?

I’m good with it, even though my disposable income now goes to pay past-due bills, and my fun money is what I call the running total it takes to gas up my car.

But some day, when I do make it big, I swear I’m gonna …

1. Take $20 out at the ATM and go to the fair

Seattle ferris wheel
I’m serious.

An entire Andrew Jackson, to spend frivolously on funnel cakes, roasted corn and impossible-to-win fair games. (We’ll stay away from the livestock and friend Twinkies, I think.) So many of our fair trips have been spent watching perfectly happy middle-class citizens riding rides and eating fair food, and for the love of Paula Deen, I intend to be one too. And not just nose-shop.

2. Register for a 5K, and bring any kid of mine who wants to come run it with me

If you’re going to spend an Andrew Jackson-plus on a T-shirt, it’s best if it’s one you earn by running 3.1 miles. (Why don’t they make 3.1-mile car magnets?)

I’m nearly finished with the Couch-to-5K plan, and the girls who’ve run figure-eights around me at the track would love to slow their roll with dad for 35 minutes on race day, wouldn’t they? For a T-shirt and snacks, I guarantee they would.

3. Buy some worms and go fishing with Grace

The Child of Impossible Kinetic Motion slows to a crawl when there’s a rod and reel in her hand. It’s like a marvel of science to see Grace cast, wait, reel in, think, cast, wait … she’s playing this patient game with her friends with gills, and winning. It’s definitely worth the cost of a bowl of night crawlers to spend an afternoon re-baiting her hook and losing track of the fish she catches and releases.

4. Take Marie to All You Can Eat Crab Legs Night

CrabLegs

It’s cool when her rich friends take her out, and treat her to fancy things like regular movie tickets and crab legs. It’s almost as cool when Obama’s generous EBT plan allows you to buy some on sale and make them on your own. But I feel funny buying such an extravagance as a poor man, so I will hope for the day we can hit Red Lobster together and eat like cash-paying royalty.

5. Buy some food and bring it straight to Loaves and Fishes

I’ll write about my visit to a food pantry for the first time. Overwhelming. The lesson I learned is that I’d been unable to provide for a family of our size for years, and didn’t know it. Grace even went with me the last time, and asked, “where does all this food come from?” I told her it came from generous people who want to make sure others have enough too. Like we used to be.

And hope to be again.

Even when things are more comfortable, when I can work hard and take on more projects and contribute the way I hope to at my new job, I’ll want there to be balance.

Gratitude, and appreciation.

Funnel cakes, and charity.

Sounds pretty yummy to me.

 

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20 Replies to “5 For Friday: What I’ll Do When I Have a Little Dough”

  1. Oh I love this… Your dreams are beautiful and your priorities are sound. I love the way you thought through these precious areas of your life and highlighted the value in each. Funnel cakes ROCK. So does charity. 🙂

    1. Thanks,Chris. My girls make it easy to have my priorities straight. There’s such value in each of these things, but if you’ll notice, I definitely get something out of it, too. And enjoying what you have and sharing it should be automatic.

      Don’t receive gifts without giving, right? Seems easy enough. People have done that for me.

    1. You’re like, a good luck charm! I got the job in November, but my blogging latent time sometimes lags behind. It took me at least a week to write about Sandy Hook. Which probably means I’ll get to Lance Armstrong by, oh, Arbor Day.

      I can’t imagine a bigger adventure than building a house on the plot you so aptly chose. I want to see pictures when you lay the foundation.

    1. Oh, I’m just slightly around average, depending on the wind and barometric pressure. Plenty of space for more on the shore where we fish. If you bring the snacks, I’ll bait your hook every time.

      Grace doesn’t bait her own hooks, but not for lack of interest. I’m just afraid she’ll put the hook right through her finger!

    1. Thanks! I didn’t even have to take the one shredding paper overnight, but I definitely would have if it was offered. I love my new job – I get to write all day, every day.

      And the cafe has great pizza. That was also a factor.

  2. Admittedly, your “when I have some dough” list makes mine feel a little too extravagant. Disney parks (for them), Mirival spa (for me), nannies, cooks, lifetime pedicures. Maybe I should keep it real and start by taking the kids to the self serve frozen yogurt place when I have a little extra pocket change. Oh, and the 3.1 car magnet idea? Capitalize on that. You may be onto something.

    1. Who’s to say what’s extravagant? My next five on the list might even be Disney (for them), a Zephyrs cap (for me), dinners out, weekend getaways and a sorely needed hair cut (again, for me. I’m looking a bit shaggy.)

      You’re right about the magnets. Think of all the people like me who’ve finished 782 out of 1,692 in a 5K and need a little traffic love for the feat. Count me in.

  3. Congrats on being a “grown up” again. I’d offer to play disc golf or schlepp around the running track for you, but I have never tried any of those activities and I don’t have the energy (or desire) to try it now…But I can bait my own hook!

    1. Someone has to be grown-up – although I am, in name only. If you can bait your own hook, you can come help me keep up with Grace next time. She catches a fish, and then grabs my fishing pole as I release her fish, and by the time I try to get it back, she’s caught another with mine!

    1. I think I’m ready to make some of those plans a reality – I have since gotten a dream of a job, and things are looking up.

      Wow retirement … it’s something I’ve given way to little thought to.

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