I played the lottery. Won a dollar. Spent three. I don't think this a sound path to financial freedom. Of course, neither is writing, but here I am.
I don't know about where you live, but our tiny weekly newspaper is filled with Help Wanted ads. No, I'm not looking for a job. But I always look at the want ads. Maybe someday, if I see the perfect job, I'll do something. Right now, though, I have a friend who's kinda looking, so I'm looking for her. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Just off our newly cleared yard space, we have two trees that are unlike all the others. One at the southwest corner and the other at the southeast corner. Yesterday, I took some pictures and got out my tree identification book to see if I could figure out what they are. I got close with the book and then I went online to narrow it down. Near as I can figure it, they're 'pumpkin ash' trees. Of course, that species really isn't supposed to be this far west in MO, but hey, stuff happens. Birds eat seeds. Birds fly. Bingo bango bongo, you've got trees where you weren't expecting them. Anyway, here's a pic.