“[I]n this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”
— Benjamin Franklin, letter to Jean-Baptiste Leroy (1789)
“Nothing endures but change.”
— Heraclitus of Ephesus (c.535 BC – 475 BC)
The house is all packed up, the cleaners have gone through and made the place spotless, and D and I went through today and spackled a few rough spots. The cats survived their first day alone in a hotel, and the Prius had its 45,000-mile service. So we’re all set for our road trip. You can read all about it on our blog, Travels With Our Cats.
And speaking of change:
That’s probably eight to ten years of coinage, collected in a box by our front door as we came home from spending petty cash. Which is less than
four nine cents dollars a year, or two and a half cents a day. So the next time you have some spare change, remember that it will be more valuable to the homeless guy asking for it on the street, and you should just go home and adjust your 401(k) salary withholdings.
ERRATUM (21 Apr 2008): I just realized that we took a whole bunch of change out of that coin box a few weeks ago to make a wedding present for our newlywed friends Ken and Jerry. (We couldn’t swing a suitcase full of cash, so we went for a lunchbox full of change instead. They were amused.) I’ve corrected the figures above.