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Friday, January 19, 2018
If I Were A Rich (Wo)man...
As soon as I read the topic for this month, that song from The Fiddler on the Roof came to mind:
If I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle Daidle daidle deedle daidle dum All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum (not sure what that means, lol) If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard... (well, much as I like the odd day of not doing much, I'm not sure I could do that forever. I still have my family to look after, my stories to write, my pets to care for, my cosplay to make. Being a bit of a control freak, I'm not sure I could just hand those tasks over to others - though there are definitely some days I wish I could!) I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen Right in the middle of the town (enough rooms to have a whole one all to myself for writing! But maybe not in town - too noisy. Maybe right out in the country, or even a private island of my own...)
A fine tin roof with the real wooden floors below (well, maybe not atin roof. Imagine the noise in the rain!)
There would be one long staircase just going up And one even longer coming down (lol, an Escher house!) And one more leading nowhere, just for show (my husband would love that. He loves quirky houses with secret staircases and passages, odd little rooms and nooks and crannies. Or maybe a castle.)
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese And ducks for the town to see and hear Squawking just as noisily as they can (um, no. I have my chickens though, and if we had no close neighbours I'd keep some cockerels so we could hatch chicks of our own, and have huge fox-proof runs for them to enjoy)
And each loud "Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack! Pa-pa-gee! Pa-pa-gaack!" Would land like a trumpet on the ear As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man", oy! (Well, not sure I'd want to announce to the world that I'm rich, otherwise a huge chunk of money would have to go on security!)
I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife (swap that for husband, though aside from a few more geek tee-shirts, I'm not sure he'd want to change his style of dress all that much!) The most important men in town will come to fawn on me (no thanks!) ... And it won't make one bit of difference If I answer right or wrong When you're rich, they think you really know (sadly I think this is true. Maybe I should invest some of that money in a few more educational courses...) If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack...That would be the sweetest thing of all, oy!(ya know, there never seems to be enough hours in the day whatever I do. If only we could buy extra time...)
I'm Pippa Jay, author of scifi and supernatural stories to engage your emotions, and I hope you enjoyed the post.