Exercise and Exploit Exchange Rates

last place.

The Sox are up to their old historic tricks. Go Bawl-more!

the difference. He caught it and asked for U.S. money.

No problem, I said enthusiastically under my breath in a way that said my heart is lurching.

We began a friendly, laughable dialogue. I have 60 bucks Canadian, what canna I git, I asked, showing him muh wallet.

He replied Ya can git all this Canadian change we been separating for the last six months, showing me an ash tray full of coins caught after patrons had done their leaving but carefully culled each day at the end of business.

My heart raced, for I had grand visions of unwanted loonies, even toonies!

I am 67 cents richer. Mostly pennies. But ya know it ain’t the money. It’s the way I’ll be there to spend it.

are tied for the best record in baseball.

They are still in last place. Go Blue Jays, Go! Go O’s! (and even) Go Tampa! (Anyone but the Yankees)

1.00 U.S. for 1.10 CAN? Is that a bigger spread than usual?

That means rebirth, fecundity, rituals of sun and moon from all over the prehistoric and modern world too.

Darling, tonight, will you join me in these endeavors? Will we exploit and exercise? Will we exchange and rateraterate, and then re-it-or-rate all over again? Gently, sweetly closely until fiercly?

Let us soulstice, together, until our vernals ache. I LOVE this time of year, I love the renewals of all. I love you.

I am preparing, stretching, thinking. I took out my barbellllls, hefting them, eyeing their import and our good health in all. I’m gonna stamina too, with you and you with me. And it’s not really rating if we don’t keep count, but it will be perfect.

north. There will be great exchange rates!

I saw what she likes: Obscure Candies, on big discount.

she asked me out of the blue when I got back: “Willie Wonka Grapefruit Jellies?” without prompting, without knowing I’d been…shopping…for her.

She sh-oo-k a gift for-me-at-me and wouldn’t discuss it. I never cared for this kinda teasing until I met her. It’s all different now. How’d she know? And worse, why don’t I? “Yes,” I replied, “But you don’t know if it’s Gene Wilder (the better song-and-dance) or Johnny Depp (oh so pretty).

I tucked the Wonkas into a Tiffany’s box, where they belong, and wrapped the whole thing up in Sunday Comics.

She didn’t bat an eye. 20 bucks will get me across the border and if I have any really immediate needs, like a dozen blush red roses, or a pay phone cause mine won’t work UP THERE, I’m covered.

It’s in my hip pocket. Bucks with a past, bucks for today and tonite. Bucks for the future. We are resting comfortably.

She didn’t bat an eye. 20 bucks will get me across the border and if I have any really immediate needs, like a dozen blush red roses, or a pay phone cause mine won’t work UP THERE, I’m covered.

It’s in my hip pocket. Bucks with a past, bucks for today and tonite. Bucks for the future. We are resting comfortably.

are part of life, for good or bad, or both. And five entries make the point that culpability and responsibility can sometimes be melded.