I recently re-discovered the value
I've started picking them up off the street
now, despite the taboo
that surrounds that very exercise. In fact, whole groups of people (those economic
types) would have us believe that we'd be better off without pennies in our economies.
I used to be one of those people, I think. I'd see a penny on the ground (or a group of six or seven, even!) and just nonchalant
ly walk right past them.
Perhaps it's the fact that I've been rather strapped for cash these past few months, and will continue to be so until the end of September
until my first big paycheque from teaching comes through. Or perhaps it's the fact that the rather dysfunctional
parking meter in the parking lot
where I work
presently accepts pennies as if they were nickel
s (and sometimes dime
s!), saving me precious funds.
Or perhaps (most likely) it's because I've come to realize that certain things that seem to have little value at the present time or that I take for granted
have been disappearing on me as of late. The trust
of a good, good friend
. The company
of my girlfriend (no, I didn't make her disappear; she's leaving for Winnipeg
in mid-August, and I can't go with her) for 10 months. My sanity
, bit by bit.
Obviously this isn't a new revelation
to most. But perhaps, by re-discovering the value of the one-cent coin
, I can start to re-discover just what is important to me, or at least what should
That, and I can park at work for 3 hours at the princely sum of sixty cent
s instead of the outlandish three dollar
I'm sorry, Christa.