Here's the list:
Magic cleaning of kitchen drawers.
Magic transformation of Vanja's room.
Magic transformation of basement and laundry room.
Magic transformation of my feet.
Magic find of perfect coat & boots.
Magic new bookshelves and kitchen table and chairs.
World peace.
And end to hunger.
All children born and raised in prosperous loving environments.
An end to hate because of gender/nationality/sexual preference/religion.
An end to Ring P1.
A real northern renaissance painting by one of my favorite men - van Eyck, van der Weyden, Memling or the Master of the St Lucy legend. Would be open to a Holbein too, if pressed. Realizing now, it would be too nervous to own any of those, so now wishing instead for a permanent exhibit in Stockholm of such works.
More dinners with friends.
Two chairs and a small table for the balcony.
New rugs.
Handrail for the stairs at home.
For our plum tree to magically stop producing fruit. But still bloom.
Magic way to save a live copy of the kids at each stage of their lives.
Driving skills.
I think I've said it before - this.
A one on one weekend with each of my family members. In big cities like LONDON, PARIS; NEW YORK; BUENOS AIRES (with Anders, flight too long for kids). Stockholm would do for Niki. She wakes up every morning wondering where she is anyways.
A party for all the people I love. They're so many!
Magic ability to travel through time and spy on people through the ages and perhaps try foods and entertainment throughout history.
What I really don't wish for, as these things BORE ME TO TEARS:
Handbags.
Beauty treatments.
Spa weekend.
Child rearing manuals.
Mindfulness advice.
