Well, as you all know, it’s incredibly cold and wintery outside. I read on social media where someone was saying they were wishing winter would be over. I immediately thought about something Laura says a lot -— something her mother used to say: If wishes were horses, beggars could ride.
We all have wishes, I’m sure. For instance, we might wish that homeless people had somewhere warm and safe to live or that hungry folks could get enough to eat every day.
I have wishes of my own. I wish the government was more in touch with the citizenry, for example. I wish we could somehow help Native Americans regain much of what they lost to “Manifest Destiny” and other inherently wrong federal and state government policies of the past. I wish there wasn’t so much division between races, political parties, and denominations. I wish folks who own small businesses were allowed to reopen, or to regain the business they’ve lost due to the pandemic. I wish all of the musicians who made a living entertaining folks in those aforementioned establishments (like bars, restaurants, and smaller live music venues) could get back out there and make people smile or laugh or whatever.
Some less important but still pressing wishes might be that gas prices were headed down instead of up; that propane tanks never got empty (especially this week); that guitar strings never needed replacing; that a good pair of boots never wore out and that a blue denim shirt would get too faded or threadbare; that that sweet sound of my old Alvarez jumbo six-string could live on forever. And yes I, too, wish the temperatures would rise and the snow would melt and water the land.
I even own a nice old saddle, and I wish to one day own a horse to place under that old saddle. And I am reminded every time I look at it: “If wishes were horses.” … I think you know the rest.
Stay safe and warm everybody.