Flip the sofa cushions. Raid the tray between the driver and passenger seat. Damn. There is a quarter submerged in a spilt juicebox. Check on top of the washing machine. Empty your pockets.
It does seem strange that we generate as much as change as we do. I feel like I don’t carry cash anymore. All plastic. The way I like my ladies. Kidding. I had alot of coins lying around. It is money. It doesn’t really feel like it. I mean the dime. It’s so puny. Obviously when coins were first minted the dime was made of silver and the penny copper. Silver held more value. In the United States, there was actually a half-dime. It was so small they had to get rid of it. The bloody penny costs more to manufacture than it’s worth.
The first thing I thought I would do as part of my quest to eliminate my line of credit was to gather all my stray money in one place and take it to the bank. Reading that statement back, it sounds like there are one hundred bills strewn throughout my house. There is not. Occasionally, I do like to stand at the top of my stairs and make it rain on the foyer below. Lil’ Wayne style. Those aren’t Benjamins floating to the Earth. They are more like Lauriers or Lincolns.
I started to gather my coins. I found them everywhere. I had a huge container in the laundry room where I empty pockets before washing. In my car. Then a dilemma hit me. I contemplated smashing the piggy bank in my daughter’s room. I counted to ten and I didn’t. I was like a fiend. Bubbles trying to get a hit. I left no stone unturned.
I found some scratch tickets from Christmas. Twenty minutes of scratching. I got six bucks out of it. It all counts. I had some cash I took out for our Christmas vacation. I threw that into the kitty. In the end I had $364. Not a bad start. Big love to my brother who helped me roll the coins.
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