By now, many people have received their stimulus payments from the government. I finally got mine this week, and have taken care of a couple of things that I was wanting to buy. Hopefully, I can put a little away. It’s really strange how politicians think that $1400 will be enough to help people for several months. If someone uses that money to help with rent, it might pay for one month, but more than likely isn’t anywhere near a month’s rent.
For what seems like the better part of a year, I’ve been sleeping on the floor. Okay, not literally on the floor, but my mattress and box spring were on the floor. I just acquired today a frame to put the bed on; now the bed is several inches off the ground, and it’s much easier to get out of bed.
Where I work, we serve turkey every Thursday. One of the garnishes on the plate is a scoop of cranberry sauce, which we receive in plastic jars, roughly the size of a #10 can (a food-storage bulk size) containing about 6½ lbs of cranberry sauce. Since these jars just wind up in the trash, I’ve brought two of them home. In one, I keep quarters and nickels; the other one contains pennies. For dimes, I have a cup that casinos used to provide for holding change won at the slot machines. If you’re reading this from anywhere outside the United States, “pennies” are one-cent coins, “nickels” are five cents, “dimes” are ten and “quarters” are twenty-five. I’m curious as to how many pennies fit in this jar and how many dimes it takes to fill the cup. I’m guessing that the penny jar is maybe 1/4 of the way full and contains over 800 coins right now. The dimes in this smaller cup occupy roughly one-quarter of the cup, and it contains something like 400 coins currently. How long will it take to fill? That depends on my spending, as the coins I gather are from my everyday purchases. I don’t spend my change; I just save it all and put it in the jars every few days. There are people who don’t like to be bothered by coins and would just as soon throw them wherever. I’m amazed at how much they accumulate, and how much they add up to.
Many years ago, my dad had a five-gallon water bottle that he always put coins in. I don’t remember it ever getting completely full, but I do recall it getting rather heavy with change.
One last little update of my mundane life. This one, however, is a sign of some little things that show normal life resuming. Over the last year, the grocery store close to my house has disallowed self-service at the bakery section’s donut counter. Last week, as I was heading for work, I stopped to buy a donut, and as I approached the donuts, I saw the display case full, but nothing blocking access (as there had been a folding table in front of it). Tissue paper and boxes were accessible, and we were allowed to help ourselves. It was a small moment of happiness for me, as introvert me didn’t have to force myself to ask someone for donuts—I just grabbed my own and paid at the self-checkout, with absolutely no unnecessary human contact.
“‘Normal’? Isn’t that a setting on a clothes dryer?”– Author Unknown