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This time I am not even going to give the title enough respect to use a capital letter. It just sits there with its bold font and empty space telling me that I must fill it up and come up with something catchy, that will grab peoples attention and make them want to read it. Much like Shirleys blog. She always has catchy titles. Sometimes I wish I had that kind of talent, to always come up with a really good title. But wait, then I remember. The title is just there to lord it over us and mock us when we don't come up with a good one. I can't stand the pressure.
Anyways.
There is no church service today. As Pastor Kevin said, the church has left the building and went up to the lake for the weekend for family camp. And it is a great weekend. The sun has been shining the whole time, I hope they had a great time. We didn't go. I would not have been able to travel that far yet, so we stayed at home and played with my Christmas present. My wife bought me a really nice metal detector and I finally said, "that's it, pain or not, I am going to try this thing out". So I watched the instruction video, practiced with some coins in the house and then stepped into the great unknown, my backyard. Before I quite knew what happened I was competing with Roscoe for digging holes in the backyard. I started with the area around my fire pit. We have had it for years, had lots of people over in that time, and what better position to be in to lose money, than in a lounge chair, sitting around my fire. Even if you knew some coins had fallen out of your pocket, if you found some of it on the chair, how hard would you look to see if there was more. Apparently pretty hard. I either have the poorest friends in the world, I was going to say cheap, but that seems a little harsh, so, most frugal will do, or these people have cats eyes and they can see in the dark. I started to walk around that pit swinging my detector over the area, making sure I didn't lift at the end of my swing, and I barely made it half way around when I heard a beep. Where was that, my heart started to race, but I stayed calm, I remembered the instruction video and came at the spot from a different angle. What had I found? I was already thinking about the books I would buy so that I would become knowledgeable about the coins I was going to find. I would have to buy these photo album type binders with small individual little pockets to put all my precious coins into, so we could page through them when my family comes over. There would be a story connected with each coin and I would spend hours telling them these stories. Oh, it would be so much fun.
I stood above the spot, while Jonny dug and before you knew it, my first coin. A penny. I was not completely devastated, but a little disappointed. I moved on. I went about another 5 feet and it beeped. I stood and watched, not quite the same heart rate increase, but still excited; another penny. I couldn't believe it, did you all just keep looking for your money until you had every thing but the penny's. Oh well, I shouldn't be digging holes in my yard anyway, it just encourages Roscoe. Next week if I feel up to it, Chris and I are going to go to this old picnic site, about a mile North of town where the province had put in tables, barbeque's, and even a Red River Cart. Over the years it got wrecked, and about 35 to 40 years ago everything was taken away. But I remember where it was and hope to find a few coins there that might be worth more than a penny.