It's only money??
"No, it's not even money. It's only numbers," said my husband said as I apprised him of the day' progress. It seems like he plays Quake and I play QCOM. Chips, points, ammo, lives, dollars. I can't relate to it as money really. Maybe I need to take some profit.
We can't get a grasp on it. And yet there is so much liberty in being able to do something as simple as order a couple cheese burgers and a pitcher of microbrew at a local patio restaurant and not worry about the budget. I enjoyed the sunshine. I am money monitor at our house and I used to have to say things like, "All those $20 add up, you know." And I hated saying it. And I resented being the one.
Indulge me some more. Last weekend we were at a car show and there was a '68 El Camino SS, same model as my own, but sweet, great bod, decent interior,. "Rrumble rumble," she whispered to me, "take me home." I wouldn't have had to quibble with the modest asking price. But I didn't buy her and neither did I go away sighing, frustrated as I have in the past. I can have anything I want. (I just can't have everything I want.) And right now I want my chips right where they are. And I need to understand this money, so I can be a good custodian, and remember how I used to think that those really expensive cars are morally wrong when people are hungry.
I'm still trying to put this in perscpective.
(Okay, I admit I took poetic license when I fibbed about the beemer yesterday. Mostly I drive a hippie VW bus and that's the truth. The Elkie is a project car. ) |
