Returning to my blog, I think I'll write about dimes.
I haven't found any in quite awhile; perhaps a month, but dimes have meaning to Jenny and me. They mean Bob is around us.
Pennies we find all the time....We pick up these "pennies from heaven", put them in our pockets and go on our way.
One day the pennies stopped.....really stopped.... we started to find dimes.
A dime on the bathroom rug.. dimes in the washer, the car floorboard. One morning there was one in front of my coffeemaker. It was NOT there the night before when I set it up for morning coffee.
We found them every day. On the pavement...in a pocket, alone with no other coins....on the kitchen counter.....always alone!
And no pennies....at all...for a long time....
Clearly, this was not in our minds!
They have stopped now....It has been a few months since they quit coming, but not before what we saw as the grand finale:
Jenny took a fit of cleaning...moved every piece of furniture, mopped the floor, changed the room around. The couch was heavy, but she moved it...
There, among the dust bunnies, were dimes....no other coins...NINE of them!
We don't need to find them any more. We have acknowledged their source.
We really don't need to be convinced!
