I wish...

A line from the musical Into The Woods went through my head this morning as I reached for a saucer to put my toast on.

I wish....more than anything that...

...we had more saucers.

I know.  It's a small thing, but my wishes get smaller as I get older.  It's the little things that niggle at me.

I wish...more than anything that...

...we had more small spoons.  Where do they disappear to?  There always seems to be one or none left in the drawer when I need it.

I wish....more than anything that...

...our eaves didn't drip.  I'm not sure if that's possible at this time of year, but wouldn't it be nice.  It's often like a drippy rain shower walking into the house during spring melt.

I wish...more than anything that...

...someone would invent a cure for potholes in this northern climate.  There are some wicked ones out there right now.  You risk your life - and your struts - driving in the right hand lane coming down Thickwood Boulevard right now.

I no longer have grand wishes of a fancy house, new car, or an exotic trip.  My wishes are pretty darn small in the great scheme of things.

What do you wish...more than anything?