Philosophy that makes me feel better

The way to carry money……….
Here I am. I have just got back from shopping. I am sitting on the sofa looking at my stuff filled carrier bag. I am in a bit of a fizz, again. The bits I bought are safely in the bottom for sure, but I can only hope the paper money accrued on route ,thrown carelessly in, during frantic purchasing, is still there. I now realize once again that the couple of screwed empty ready salted crisp bags, I also acquired along the way, have unfolded themselves and  and are now floating around in the carrier, big time; and they may have pushed out  any of the  floating money in a flick during my various movements along route! So now I begin my ‘after shopping mantra’ a sort of prayer, about loose paper money which always float at some stage in the carrier bag I will be carrying, quite forgotten, during the various uncomfortable stages of travelling, that is until I get home………
Me:
It is good to carry money
In crumpled wads
In paper bags

….repeated three times during the process of emptying carrier bag.

And so my God gradually answers……..in gentle tones:

‘The best way I like to carry money, actually, is messily.
Crumpled wads.
A paper bag is good’*
Andy Warhol
[*Words by Andy Warhol are from the Philosophy of Andy Warhol 1975]

Feeling better already. Never actually lost anything in a carrier bag.  As far as I know.Gill McGrath©

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Dear Emma, you asked what I’ve been getting up to……

 

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Thursday September 12th

Today, I got an email reminding me about  the dustbins so I sorted out the dustbins. It is dustbin day tomorrow, so I have been making sure the paper and tins and plastic I have been filing away have been put into the right boxes, and then I put  the lot in impeccable order by the gate.  Today its grey and black box day  and small grey waste food day….. next week ( on Friday)  it is  green bin day; garden waste. So if I don’t get it right and put the correct bin out, the rubbish won’t go and the appropriate boxes and bins will be bulging with even more stuff in a fortnight. That’s why I have arranged a regular email to remind me of the day and which bin to fill!

Later today, as I was leaving the house for town I caught a large grey cat sitting on top of the  grey  bin waiting for rubbish collection by the gate. There is no food in the bin, so I don’t know why the cat had been trying to open the lid. Perhaps he was just a little bored. As soon as it saw me he scurried away.

In the High Street, Barclays refused to give me any money. Its not an unusual event here as we live in a destination town; it is full of tourists who regularly create a run on cash at the hole in the wall.  The box at Lloyds on the other side of the road but  in a side street, gave me some. After buying a newspaper (the i ) and a packet of dried cranberries I walked home,  to work on the computer, but the sun decided to come out, and I sat in the garden with a cup of coffee and a handful of cranberries………Well Emma you did ask…..I bet you can hardly wait to hear what I get up to tomorrow…..

Much Love Rosie.