Modify a school bus. Disappear. Never worry again.
Build a real honest to goodness Hobbit hole with rooms and chambers that extend deep into the hill and under trees.
Make it as grand and cozy as Bag End. Everything carved wood, like The Seven Dwarves' cottage.
Everything made in the auld way.
Except the mattress. I want a ten thousand dollar mattress.
But on top of it I'd like a featherbed.
I want to make my own stained glass windows.
A wood cook stove.
A separate cookhouse for summer, so I don't heat up the rest of the house when cooking, baking, canning, etc.
I'd have a lot of dogs.
(awful) Terriers for rats.
Cattle dogs and shepherds for livestock guarding.
A big fluffy Labrador for my lap.
Maybe since I'm ultra rich, a lioness to cuddle with in bed.
The Hobbit hole would have an old fashioned Victorian style glass conservatory on the back end. I'd grow all kinds of weather sensitive crops and pretty plants and trees in there.
I'd wear long dresses and aprons and make bread from scratch and pies and stew. And sew all I want. I'd be a real Hobbit.
I'd grow poppies and calendula and echinacea on the slope of the hill by the front door.
There'd be espaliered fruit trees.
And quads to ride around on.
Goats, donkeys for the goats, pigs, chickens, turkeys, geese, and ducks.
And of course, just because- a chromed out, blinged up, fully restored, cherry Caddilac.
But there'd have to be dirt road dust on the fancy caddy.
And horses to ride. With a full tack room and harness shop for custom work.
And then, with everything else, I'd retire everyone I know, and then just give away a ton of it to ordinary people. And then keep a chunk of it aside for my descendants.