or was that kidneys?
I mean really.
Yes, I know that I am getting older and that my mind occasionally wanders. But I hadn’t thought it had progressed this far. How far? Well, I had displaced my debit card for one bank account. I knew that it hadn’t gone missing outside of the house, since I almost never take it out of the house. When I do, it is in my phone wallet. But I haven’t been able to locate it for a month. In fact, it is just about time to do the “lost it in the house” or “ran it through the washing machine” number with my bank to get a replacement so that I would be able to avoid the pain of changing bill paying numbers in more locations than I want to admit.
This also, as an aside, probably tells you how little I actually use cash on a day-to-day basis. When I stop and think – there are only two locations where I have to use cash. The first is to pay for parking on those rare days where I drive to North Berkeley BART. If I would want to use a BART card to pay for parking, I would have to be paying full price for the ride. If I want to use my Clipper Card, I need to pay the $3/cash. No cards, just cash.
Think about it – for most of us, parking for $3/day? Amazing.
Back to the rant. The only other time I use cash is contributions to various musicians along my commuter or ballpark route. They make my day better–I can spare a dollar for their day. But the debit card? Zipped into my rain jacket pocket.
Hey, I live in the East Bay. Most of the year it does not rain. Even when it does, an umbrella taken from where it otherwise lives tucked into a backpack pocket does the trick. Berkeley is not Portland or Seattle where people stare up on that rare day to discuss that unfamiliar burning thing hanging in the sky. I actually don’t remember the last time I wore this particular jacket. This is a win the whole way around. I have my debit card, some cash with which to hit the Wednesday Farmer’s Market at UN Plaza, Civic Center and a rain jacket just in case for tonight’s game.
(Weather App says no precipitation predicted. Not now, not for the rest of the day – so what is that wet stuff hitting me in the face?)