How do you handle change in your life?
Posted on Jun 8th, 2008
by 
tinkonthebrink
tinkonthebrink
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for June 08, 2008:
It falls to the bottom of my pockets and my bag and then I periodically scoop it out and gather it off the floor of the car and from the dresser and dump it into this old chipped brown teapot that sits on the butcher block in the kitchen.
Sometimes we fish out quarters to dry comforters at the laundromat because they don't dry quite right on the clothesline; otherwise though it just accumulates until we break it down for playing some game for coinage (like backgammon) or cash it in at one of those vendo-sorters that give you Amazon credits.
Sometimes we fish out quarters to dry comforters at the laundromat because they don't dry quite right on the clothesline; otherwise though it just accumulates until we break it down for playing some game for coinage (like backgammon) or cash it in at one of those vendo-sorters that give you Amazon credits.
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September 2008 
My former roommate used to just dump all his change into a dresser drawer. When he left for Arizona to chase after the love of his life, he asked his dad to take care of his change. His dad scooped the change out of there in a huge bucket. My friend had over four hundred dollars of change in that dresser drawer his father told me.
I don't know why that reminds me, but I read this little story a long time ago about a guy who helped his friend pack up the friend's mom's house after mom died. Mom was a packrat of sorts and in the kitchen drawer was a package of bits of string, neatly labeled “pieces of string too short to save.”
Something about that just seems so perfect.
I had a roommate who used to make fun of the whirlwind housecleaner 19 year old me by walking around saying to other members of the household, “excuse me, is this your piece of string? well is it? well will you please do something with it. put it away please. geez.” I'm still kind of that sort of housecleaner, so I try to be a whirlwind housecleaner when no one else is home. :-)
my ex-husband (yeah you got that!) used to comment that he knew I'd been in a room because of all of the loose change on the floor!
Metaphorically speaking … why do I leave all that 'change' just laying around?
cha-cha-change(s) … cha-ching!!!
Peri, maybe you were leaving change laying around for someone else who might need change? Metaphorically speaking…
I have a problem with my housecleaning technique - I either have the Dawn-technique of force of nature cleaning or else I'm captivated by each piece of string, and nothing in between.
I'm working on that.
5 year old= sweep before vacuuming! Baird is the drop-change-everywhere guy. It doesn't help that James (hubby) cleans out his pockets on his end table, lots of change which Baird thinks he's mysteriously “found”, possession is nine-tenths of the law mentality.
You deal with change well, Rapunzel (: My mother was the force of nature cleaner, and I was the get distracted along the way with nifty things, forgot I was cleaning child that drove my mother nuts. It seems it's the stuff along the way, metaphorically speaking, that's important, since no one completely and finally arrives (: Obviously, I was philosophical back then too-ha!
41. Hugs and peace to you Rapunzel,
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http://jami.gaia.com/blog/2008/6/invisible_love#comments
thank you,
samme
followed Samme's hug-trail here
… leaving you a hug as I dash on :)