Well, since I still have not begun to embark on my summer reading, all I can write is of my latest penny adventure. This morning while walking to a final exam for school, I was cursing Starbucks for ruining my coffee order and hoping that it didn't serve as a sign for disaster on my test. I like to walk next to parking meters, knowing that people tend to drop change when fishing for money to feed into them. (I've also recently noticed within myself that I walk with my head down and eyes pointed to the ground rather than my former walk with head up and shoulders back). Anyway, this morning it proved to be a good thing because as I was walking by said parking meters, I spotted a penny and as I made my way over to it to pick it up, I saw another, and then another! Now, I do not think of pennies as bringing luck, they just make me happy so it helped to make up for the coffee. Anyway, right after picking up the pennies and continuing on my way, I heard steps behind me. I realized that someone had seen me go out of my way to collect the three cents. I don't usually let that stop me. Unless I'm going to cause a traffic accident I will pick up the penny regardless of who is watching. That isn't too say that it doesn't make me feel self conscious. I tend to receive strange looks and sneers and overhear snickering. I guess people just can't appreciate the value that I feel pennies possess. I stated in my last blog that I believe I have discovered a reason for this obsession and that I would eventually tell it. But it is too soon to present my philosophy on the matter. Till then ... happy penny hunting. Lo