Lika’s Log

As I walked to the tennis court on Saturday I found a penny on the sidewalk. Cool, I put it in my can of tennis balls. Yesterday as I was picking up tennis balls in the left corner closes to the wall of the court I found a penny. Cool, I put in the can of tennis balls.

I go back and forth on this court. Its just me. Da tennis balls go to the same areas, I go pickem’ up. After I found the penny yesterday or whenever I find a penny and pick it up I always look around because some people don’t care and when they drop a penny, whatdahay its just a penny. But I was raised; money is money, you know what I’m saying. Call me Chang. So I know after repeatedly going to that part of the court that there was no moe pennies. There was just that one.

This morning I go practice tennis and same place same corner area, I found a penny. I put it in my shoe because I didn’t want to walk over to where the can for the balls were. I finish serving my three shots. I walk over to the can and I take the penny outta my shoe and put it in the can. Cool. I continue practicing my serves, back and forth, back and forth. I walked to my “penny” corner at least a half a dozen times.

I’m practicing, practicing. LOL I go to that left corner again to pick up the balls. There’s a penny there. I pick it up thinking oh, it must have fallen outta my shoe. Hit my three balls over the net, most times. Walk over to the can to deposit my penny in the can.

I was thinking I have 3 pennies right. Saturdays, yesterdays, and todays. Well I have four pennies! There IS 3 pennies in the can and I did drop todays penny in there. The one I have in my hand is a 4th penny. I’m thinking twilight zone……..in a good way!

I swear there were no more pennies there after I picked up the first one this morning. I looked, I always look. I went back and forth to that corner several times. Zero pennies. I have to step in that very spot to get the balls outta da rocks dat line the outside of the court.

So what do you think? Pennies from heaven. Its a sign. I don’t know of what though. I’m thinking dead people. I’m thinking its my Dad sending me a message. But I don’t know exactly what that message would be. Save my money? Thats a good message.

It wasn’t till I saw the 3 pennies in the can that I thought maybe its a sign from my Dad. When I think of my Dad, I think; “hala, now what did I do?” I hear the jingle jangle of da belt being undone around his waist. I’m thinking, Dead peoples no can give me lickings, can they? I squeeze ass anyway. You neva know….. wot if I hear a whizzing sound of one belt flying thru the air………aysos. Nah, da lickings I got was “kinda” warrented. Well some was, some no was.

Or maybe it was my old boss, the Assistant Manager AB. I don’t think its him cause he would be way more generous then that. It would be at least quarters. Or I would hope it would be. LOL Then again he could just messing with me. We worked in a building that had mice. There were several mice sightings. I never saw’em but the other ladies did. One day as I was walking down the hall, AB got a small rock from outside and rolled it down da hall as us ladies were coming around the corner. We were screaming bloody murder then started cracking up when we saw it was just a rock. So I was thinking maybe him. Nah.

Why am I thinking dead people anyway? Cause I watch too much Montel Willliams and I really like Sylvia Brown. She always say the dead leave you signs to let you know they’re there watching over you and all that good stuff. It could be a scent, it could be a ring of the phone, a feather, it could just about anything.

I know small time I was told; if you are out in an open field or big space whatever, if you smell a candle that means a dead person is visiting you. I rememba small keed time telling my mom that in the middle of playground I smelled a candle burning. She just told me matter of factly, “oh its prolly just Grandpa.”

One reason I associated money, even if it is just pennies; with my Dad is he was famous for telling us kids it rained money. Especially on weekends he would tell us: “Rain money dis morning. You guys miss out you sleep too much. I pau pick up da all da money, I going ta-rate (chicken fight).”

So Dad……could you like up it to a hundred dollars? Nahnahnah ~ watch I get licking! I’m squeezing ass, again.*L*

I’m probably jinx-ing it by writing about it. But its all good.

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