ExtraCENTSory Deception

Pickin's were slim this week until THURSDAY, Dec. 6th. I'd been on the lookout since Sunday, but obviously no pennies were meant for me. I was not worthy. Not even on Monday, when I stopped by the cemetery for my weekly visit, and saw that the flowers were gone from Mom and Dad's grave!

We'd had trouble early on, with grave-robbers. Not taking people. This isn't a real-life Muff Potter situation, and I wasn't swinging a dead cat after midnight to rid myself of a wart. No, the grave-robbers were taking the screw-in flower-holders, and selling them as scrap metal. So Sis and I voiced our concerns, and the cemetery people (workers, not residents) gave us a plastic flower-holder as a replacement. Which is not nearly as good, but at least nobody wants to steal it.

Anyhoo...I figured our bout of high winds last week probably blew flowers out of many holders. The wire wastebasket in that area was full of plastic flowers, and I don't think there was a rush of people trashing their old flowers and putting on Christmas displays. Once they blow across the Garden of Love, the workers can't determine which flowers go where, so they clean up and dispose of them.

Anyhoo...seeing as how Mom had been deflowered left without any flowers, I promised to return with some fake foliage for the season, and went on to Walmart. I couldn't find any good arrangements, but I settled for one with fake pine needles, fake berries, and fake poinsettias. I stopped again and put these plastic plants in the plastic vase. That made me feel better. Kind of good-deedy.

Anyhoo...I went back to Walmart on Thursday, to pick up some gifts for Babe, who is the 4-year-old daughter of Niecy, who is the daughter of Sis. I was going to drive back through and check on the Christmas plastic flowers at the cemetery, but there was a truck parked along there, and I don't like to interrupt people. So I just hollered (windows up, I'm not crazy!) from the main road to Mom and Dad that I couldn't stop, but I'd gotten all my Christmas gifts I'd been shopping for.

I only had one stop left, that being the Gas Station Chicken Store for my daily 44 oz Diet Coke, and scratchers. A new clerk was clerking, and two of her customers had problems, no fault of hers. One couldn't get his card to work. Another came in to say that the lady who'd left ahead of me had gotten the wrong cigarettes, and he wanted to trade them even for a different brand. While New Clerk was taking care of them, the Chicken Lady stepped over to help me. I stepped left to get to her register, and that's when I saw...

Not the expected penny, but A DIME! If I hadn't moved over, I never would have noticed it!

It was a 2014, face down. That was the year Mom had her seizure the day before Thanksgiving. and found out about her brain tumor thingy that caused it. The last year we had Christmas with her.

I think those are some kind of fake plants on the back of that dime. Dimes always make me think of my dad, because we found them all over the house in the months after he passed away, way back in 1998.

I'm pretty sure this dime was a reward for my good-deediness with the fake flowers. You can believe what you want.
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For 2018: This was still Penny # 122.
For 2018: Dime  # 16.
For 2018: Nickels still at  # 5.
For 2018: Quarter still at #1.


Since March 2017 (the beginning), this is still Penny # 200.
Since March 2017 (the beginning), this is Dime # 22.
Since March 2017 (the beginning), this is still Nickel # 5.
Since March 2017 (the beginning), this is still Quarter #1.
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