Money-hunger and me

Some years ago, Kathy gave me a t-shirt imprinted with big images of $100 bills, kinda like you give a dog-lover a shirt with lots of black labs or something on it.  And it’s true, I do love money.  I love the way it looks, the way it feels, the way it smells.  I like to have as much cash in my wallet as I paid for my car–not that much, really, since I only gave $550 cash, a few hematite necklaces, and a handful of magic beans for the old Dodge.  (I’m kidding about the beans.)  My favorite song from a musical is “Money makes the world go ’round” from Cabaret, and one of my favorite pop songs is Pink Floyd’s “Money.”  My latest hobby is, surprise surprise, collecting coins.

Yet for all my love of lucre, I am not nearly as money-hungry as I used to be.  I got to thinking about this because business has been slow lately–grossed $40 yesterday for eight hours work, and $22 the day before, and I didn’t panic.  And  now there is a huge low pressure system over the state, and the Wasilla Farmer’s Market–at which I am a regular–will be rained out today a far as I’m concerned. And I’m okay with that.  There may be a few hardy souls there peddling fruits and veggies, but I can’t have my t-shirts and knives and jewelry getting wet.  Once I would have gone, all grim and obstinant, covering and uncovering my tables, cursing the rain and cursing the people who would look but not buy.  Today will be a day off.  Today is for blogging and reading and watching videos and petting my cat and running a few errands  and doing some light cabin-cleaning.

Today is for living, as opposed to making a living.  Life is good–damp, but good.