Technically a pauper
My transition to the cashless society has gone rather well. Apart from having no cash. Most of my purchases involve my web browser and that firm who will deliver to my door. I’ve avoided falling down the goperh hole of crypto: “What? Bits of coin? Like pieces of eight? How positively pirate”. Knowing how much I have spent, and where, all on a single page is reassuring.
There is one hiccup, however. Some parts of my world require actual coins. This afternoon, when some children stopped by to test the ferocity of the dog and offer chocolate bars left me in the uncomfortable position of admitting that I was penniless. And our last overland to the big city, when I stocked up on quarters to pay my tolls, and then underestimated the actuaal number of bridges… could have been worse, except that I am nonplussed by horns blowing as I check beneat the seats in the car for that last bit of money.
I’m not ready, mentally, for the time when all of my riches are handed over to someone who will take care of me. A matter of time, but I’m try ing to maintian my sense of worth for as long as possible. Many payments are handled by prepatuorized debits from the mony pile (Hw do you turn off some of thuse yearly outlays to firms that are just mysterious names?) Oh, well, no big deal. When you are penniless (sic) the debits are just a detail. I mean, I could buy a larger burger, if going to a burger place was still in my diet plans, but…
Actually, it’s like a return to my youth, when I had no cash and depended on parental charity for everything. Consider those years as life preparation.
