Two silly things I did.
First Silly Thing.
Background: I frequently toss change away, being of the opinion that pennies were obsolete last century, and nickels are hardly better. Besides, change is HEAVY while paper is ephemeral.
Papa scrambles to pick it up, so I can't throw change away near Papa. It hurts his back to bend. Greg, who used to shuck coins into my purse, picked up a whole handful of quarters I tossed onto the sidewalk. Some people cannot stand idle while change lies loose.
Key point: I don't do change.
So I'm walking to Fellini's for coffee, bend down, and... pick up a quarter!
Second Silly Thing.
Background: Lisa has a friend who steals her dinner fork. The amusement value of fork theft is low, at best, and she has had occasion to learn over years of friendship that, with repetition, the value changes polarity.
Last night we ate at Spengers to (as it turned out, not) consider her fabulous future job. I had hidden many large and small forks in my purse, and every so often, another fork would appear by Lisa's plate.
Warning to others who attempt this diversion. Do not use favorite forks from home. I'm on my way to Spenger's this morning to sort through forks en masse (pronounced "on masz" says Greg.)
Enjoy Beltane and Beltane Coronation.
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Further news on forks: I was let in Ms. Spenger's private entrance. The kitchen supervisor was hand-sorting silverware. I couldn't help because "it's in the kitchen." Soon, out comes a handful, and it's all there: three big forks, two medium, one gigantic fork, a knife, and a spoon. Cahryn even photocopied the pieces, so the kitchen can better spot strays.
I love Spenger's.