Revered and Loathed

I love dollar coins. I revere them. I collect them. I go out of my way to get them. Car washes, post office....I even request rolls of them at the bank. But then I do not spend them. I feel bad spending something that was so hard to get, because it really is hard to get them. The banks don't always have them, my car doesn't always need to be washed, I rarely need stamps..... but it does seem to help me save money....until I have a hundred of the suckers around my apartment and wonder why I have no money, and then I start spending them again, and then they are gone, and I start saving again, I don't know why I like them....no one else seems to.....

I hate Canadian money. Somehow, being so close to Canada, it always finds its way into my possession. And then once its there, its unspendable. No one will take it, and if I go to exchange it at the bank I lose 15 percent.

So I save it. And change it for dollar coins.

I know I am weird.

This picture is all out of focus, but its a picture of the dollar coin with a Canadian quarter. I think its better this way, because my feelings about the quarter and the dollar coin are a bit out of focus and skewed.

Here it is in focus. It just doesn't explain anything to me.....