The Only Thing I Really Want
I am a lucky guy. In my older age, there is only one thing I really want. Well, OK, a little extra cash would be nice, and everyone wants good health for themselves and their loved ones. But beyond that I only want one thing.
OK, world peace would be nice, and a healthy economy. Oh yeah, and an end to terrorism…but other than all that, I only lack one thing in my life. That is, besides breaking 90 in golf, and averaging 190 in bowling, I only want one thing. Playing guitar really well would be nice, and I wish I had a decent singing voice, but that is not the one thing I want that would make my life perfect…almost.
Did I mention a house at the shore…beach block? That would be great, but that is not the one thing I really want.
Besides extra cash, good health, world peace, a strong economy, an end to terrorism, breaking 90 in golf and averaging 190 in bowling, playing guitar really well, a decent singing voice and a house at the shore on the beach block, I really, really want a wider driveway.
That’s it, a wider driveway.
We live in a town house. It is a nice size for us, 2 ½ baths, a guest bedroom and a large master bedroom. It has an eat-in kitchen, a family area and a living room and dining room that we almost never use. We have a finished basement where I can hide from Mrs. Cranky and watch TV, exercise or practice guitar. There is an association swimming pool in the summer, and it is a nice quiet neighborhood. All is good, except we have a driveway that is only one car wide.
My car goes in the garage, Mrs. C parks behind in the driveway. If I want to go anywhere, she has to move the car to let me out. Then when I get back I park in the driveway behind Mrs. C. When she has to go to work, I have to move my car to let her out. It almost always seems that whenever anyone wants to go somewhere, they are blocked in because of our one car driveway.
I hear some of you asking, “Why don’t you just use whichever car is not blocked?” Good point. Fine with me, but Mrs. C hates driving my Jeep, and she refuses to let me drive her car…she claims I adjust the seat and she never gets it back to where she wants it. I know…get one of those computer seat setting things, maybe next car.
In the meantime, I only need one thing for life to be perfect, a two-car driveway…and maybe all that other stuff.
Life is good.