I have never been rich, and though I do like to dream about it I somewhat doubt that I ever will be. Monetarily, that is. ‘Cause if you measure wealth in the people you know and associate with, Bill Gates got nothing on me.
I am typing this on a lap top that was recommended to me by the friend of a friend. I got it at a steal. The friend and his friend are technological wizards. Veritable genius’s of the highest sort when it comes to computers and such. Both are highly trained and when I need something, if one can’t do it the other can.
I have a friend who is a genius when it comes to cars. Anything that moves, to be honest. The reason that I am able to drive a 15 year old vehicle is because he keeps it running for me. And without screwing me over on the price. He tells me what the truck needs, and then takes care of it. Sometimes he has worked for a case of my homebrew. This guy is the one I am going to set up in his own garage when I hit the lotto. He will be my personal mechanic in his own business.
I have a friend who can work on stereo’s, and home entertainment systems. He is also the one who has introduced me to the world of cigars. Much to MLW’s displeasure.
I have a friend who works on my lawnmower when it needs TLC. Or to be honest, when I muck it up so badly I need to have someone who knows what they are doing fix it. He, again, tells me what it needs, fixes it and doesn’t charge me an arm and a leg.
I have a friend who brews beer like I do. He and I share recipes, and talk about what went right and trouble shoot what went wrong.
I have a friend, who I met through MLW, who was a professional musician. The Princess’ biological Father used to beat up Brett Michaels when he was known as Bret Sychak.
I am rich beyond belief when it comes to the people I can call friend. And I need to remind myself of this on those days when I am bitching and moaning about not having enough money. Because money ain’t all it is cracked up to be.