Recognition for Greatness?

Great things? Happening to me? Let’s see what could it be?

If the postman shows up with a letter letting me know that Uncle Harry in Spokane had died and left me his fortune, I’d first ask, “Who the hell was Uncle Harry?” However, I’d do this quietly. I’d accept the moola with dignity. And get my family into hiding before all the rotten apples I’ve known come looking to borrow money. Find a nice quiet suite of rooms where no one would find me.

But, wait! What if the Nobel committee finally learned about my great efforts to create world peace? I’d accept with great decorum, then hide before they figured out it was another Louis Carreras.

Then of course I might be recognized for great literature. My blog is recognized for outstanding literary merit. I am invited to all the finest salons to talk about my methods. Naw, that’s likely going to be saloons, not salons. The prize will be all you can drink at the Harvard Gardens, but I don’t drink.

Most probable would be receiving a series of costly commissions to carve portraits of a millionaire’s fleet of sailboats and yachts. Now, this is one I’d enjoy: good money, artistic recognition, and fun commissions to carve. I could use the money. And the recognition would be nice. And maybe I could add an extension onto the greenhouse/workshop to have a few spare inches of space to spare.