(kitty picture by Stealth at Stock Xchange)
I went for lunch out yesterday with my friend Bonnie. She is very adventurous and took me out to a restaurant which specializes in East Indian dishes. Now, my limited experience with East Indian has involved foods with an intense day-glo yellow color - intensely sweet and spicy things which didn't leave my taste buds with the impression they would be begging for more any time soon...
My taste buds have updated their opinion of these particular dishes! Bonnie introduced me to these two dishes. They were both intended as appetizers - can you imagine? Yes, they both involve deep fried 'stuff' so I may as well have just taken them and stuck them to my hips (Miles tells me) but they were sooooo good! I will definately be taking my hunny out to this place. It's called the Ambrosia restaurant, on main street, here in little old Osoyoos. The decor won't leave a lasting impression but the good food and friendly service will.
I wanted to 'chat' with you-all more too, about found money. I mentioned the other day that I found a 'toonie' (Canadian two dollar coin - I heard on the radio that the USA is going to make a third attempt to introduce a metal coin dollar again...) Yes, I found that toonie in the midst of a big empty lot - nothing there but old orchard tree stumps. It really gets your mind going... who dropped this coin? I know personally as a frugal thrift store shopper, a twoonie could never go missing without my knowledge!
But the thrill of finding it - is worth many times over the value of the actual coin. When I find money it sucks my into a black hole back to my childhood. I can feel the sunshine, see the sidewalk and I even feel like I'm wearing a print dress and flip-flops. It would be spring/summer and I would be around the age of 10 or so...
In a large family (6 brothers, 1 sister) found money was like pirate's booty! You suddenly became very popular when you found money, let me tell you. It was the bargaining chip to get brothers to even 'want' to have their stupid little sister around. Well, thats until I caught on to thier wily ways. It took a few times of falling for their ever so constuctive suggestions of what to spend my new treasure on (mostly candy) and their subsequent eating of a good portion of it to learn not to do that!
I once found a twenty dollar bill - at a far younger edge, as it still just barely tickles the edge of my memory. I remember showing it to my Gramma with great pride. She let my daddy know - that was a LOT of money way back when. My daddy took it and changed it for a safer and wiser one dollar bill for me.
But found money was 'funny money'... money besides your allowance or money your wonderful Aunts and Uncles blessed you with. Money to buy candy and pop and chips. Oh, and I could go on about those candies we had then and how much a dime, for example, could buy in those days. The possibilities seemed endless and your mind simply spun as you clutched the coins in your hand until it was all sweaty and you had the queen's face imprinted in your palm longer than the money lasted.
Even now, when Miles and I run, I find money very often. He's gotten over his amazement that I can even see coins in the dark. He used to be amazed and ask how on earth Idid this - but I'm sure its all the training I got with young, fresh eyes. My eyes trained themselves to look for the shape, the color the juxtapositin of the neat round shape, color against any other type of surface. They could spy the dull golden lustre of an old copper penny or the shiny glint of a tiny, newly minted dime against the dark soil, or even the winking light of the edge of a quarter in the pale tinted light of the streetlights in the evenings.
And what mostly was a problem to Miles was the fact that I used to literally 'stop on a dime' while running. Yes, we had some amazing pile-ups simply becuase I stopped immediately and directly in front of him in mid stride. Thank goodness he does not curse or my ears would long ago have curled up like dried mushrooms and fallen off...
Have you found money? Do you have childhood memories of finding money? Other treasures? I would love to here your story.