I was at my younger sister Bee’s old farm and we were talking about old stuff we keep and her youngest daughter Tay, took me to the old living room to show me an old purse I gave you years ago that looked almost like my new fossil purse. It was the same teal colour but faded and dirty and inside was a bright new teal change purse that looked very much like my new teal purse I just bought at Winners last week with daughter Liz. It was stuffed full and I wanted to use it as my new change purse inside my new purse that fits inside my Fossil purse. When I turned it over to empty the contents, coins tumbled out, far more than what the tiny purse could actually hold. At first, there were a multitude of old pennies, then many nickels and dimes, followed by a few quarters mixed in the loonies and toonies. Tay said she would take all the loonies and toonies and I could have the rest. So there I sat, on the floor in the old living room, in the old farmhouse, with a pile of old, useless coins.
Then I woke.
What is the meaning of the coins or do I relate myself to the coins?
Pennies are no longer an accepted currency in Canada and then at the Irvine Bar at bike night on Tuesday, they would not accept dimes or nickels as payment, just quarters. That would leave me with nothing useful to spend other than some spare change and still be poor after acquiring a large amount of money.
Do I equate myself to old coins of little value, now worthless and tossed aside, rejected because they have no value.
Wow.
I need to go for a walk rather than stay in bed with the cats for the rest of the day as I had planned.
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