Then there's the old story of the fishermen (or folksinger) who won the lottery. When asked what he was going to do with all that money he replied, "Keep on fishing (or singing) till it's all gone."

Wakana is out mowing the lawn this afternoon. She loves to cut things. Last week she hauled me into a chair and held me down while she trimmed my beard and hair. At breakfast she looks out the window at the jungle and sighs wistfully wishing for a chain saw. I swear she used to live in the Sahara Forest.