a million things

I looked at our credit card statements this morning so that I could pay “those guys”.

I think that it’s mostly a machine that I’m paying these days.

Unless I have an issue….and need to call the Philippines or something….I think that it’s all pretty automated.

Out in the cloud….floating around.

That’s strange.

So….I paid some on the cards….and wondered where all the money was going….and the minute I got off the credit card site, I got on…..


That’s kind of nuts.

I’m really not even looking to buy anything is the weird part.

Maybe I’m looking to buy everything?

Maybe I want it all?

We don’t spend any crazy money, though…..but little coherent expenses pile up some….and looking at the statements stops being very fun….and …..THE MONEY!!! THE MONEY!!! THE MONNNNNNNNNNNAY…..

There’s a comfort in buying things…..it feeds the knowledge that you’re a good hunter and capable and….able….somehow.

That’s a comfort.

It’s a comfort to buy things….even when you don’t really need anything.

There’s a whole lot of things to buy, too.

Millions of things.

Millions of things that are competing for our attention….swaying us with a colorful and well-planned display that’s made to grab us and drag us over to the place where we trade something for a thing we can bring home and add to our already overflowing pile of STUFF.

It is fun to walk around looking at stuff.

I’d figure out a way to spend some money even if I wasn’t looking to do it, too.

Funny stuff, that money.

It’s strange to go from “what did I buy?” to “what can I buy?” so quickly.

That’s pretty darn goofy.

Anyway….enough about money. It’s a fascinating topic….a ghost….a mirage….a game, really, making it, that is….but…really kind of boring in a lot of ways.

It’s only what you do with the money that really means anything.

I saw a “charity” where you can buy a couple of goats for folks who could really use a goat and….. change their lives.


That would be a lot more fun than buying a bunch of Big Macs. (We don’t do that….unless….they’re on sale and the Happy Meal toy transforms or something…)

That would feel better than buying a pizza at Sam’s Club.

You could buy more coffee and drink it, sitting at a computer….too early in the morning.

There’s just about a million things that you could do with some money.

Maybe more….I didn’t count them all.

Anyway…I’ve got a lot more on my plate than thinking about money all….or, even, some… of the time.

I need to find and buy another cheap soccer ball.

I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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