Yesterday I picked up two different things from the ground which is more remarkable than it sounds because I live in NYC. Sidewalks here would be considered a Superfund site anywhere else in the country. Filthy does not begin to describe the majority of them. Think bio-hazardous and you’re getting close. Somehow that still doesn’t prevent me from picking stuff up, to wit.

The first discovery was a quarter that I found in Central Park on my way in to work. I walked past it and the glimmer caught my eye, I took two or three more steps then went back to investigate. It turned out to be one of the state quarters, a Florida. I laughed when I saw it because it has the space shuttle on the back which I thought was an odd choice to represent the state. I would have gone with oranges but that’s just me.

The second find was actually twins, two shiny silver screws laying in the driveway of the museum where I work. They were quite pointy and seemed like a potential hazard to tires so I picked them up and pitched them in the bushes. It probably would have been better to toss them in the trashcan but one wasn’t handy. Maybe a sparrow could put them to use building his nest. Insert rim shot here.

It’s my desire for order in the world that compels me to pick stuff up or at the very least, notice things out of place. A place for everything and everything in its place is a childhood lesson that I learned too well. I should relax a little, balance is always a good thing. What would the world be like without a dash of chaos?

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