A new wallet is a difficult task. Every switch is agonizing. The perfect wallet is never found. The old one slowly dissapears as the new one takes its place. Previously, I had a hemp wallet for the longest time. I enjoyed its zippered enclosure. It’s warmth. For a short while, I transitioned with a carhartt tri-fold wallet. Not for me.
I soon discovered an outfit out of olympia now portland called – queen bee. The designs were fanciful and eye catching. Mexico was on our minds and a lovely little wallet with a mexican loteria card was to be my pick. I don’t really know how long I have had this wallet. Two maybe, three years. It has seen better days.
I had recognized the general decline of this wallet over the past six months. Cautiously, I looked at the queen bee page from time to time. But nothing manly as lime green seemed to come my way. There were sailboats 
and single birdies 
and a flock of birdies 
and pretty little blossoms 
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But none of them were deserving of a place that past wallets had in my heart.
Change is difficult but things had to be done. My sweet Megan was departing on a journey to Portland the week past. She proclaimed that a visit to the palace of the Queen bee would be a necessary pursuit. The selection would be made and the transition would begin. The wallet arrived on a sunny wed afternoon. It sat on the table for my eyes to behold. As I passed by the table, I could feel the soul of the loteria wallet escaping through the cracks in the walls. how could you? we’ve been through so much….
I carried the two wallets with me for the next couple of days. They became familiar with one another. The old teaching the new. They laughed, cried, held hands as they stored my goods and helped spend my money. We sat in the car, on that lonely friday afternoon. Loteria knew it was time, quite past its prime. The switch was made – the debit card and driver’s license, library card and phone list, work keys and scraps of paper – all of them had to go.
And so our story ends with the tale of the loteria, the new wallet with its new adventures takes center stage. The red star will lead the way.
A most worthy post, but you didn’t discuss the, what was it, “keep on truckin’” patch that was on the hemp wallet. That was classic. BTW, why do you feel compelled to hold memberships at both Costco and Sam’s Club? I get by with Costco only.
Don’t harass Mr. Beef re: Costco v. Sam’s. There are items that are not mutually available per establishment. And, sometimes one has better prices than the other on the metric-ton boxes of taquitos.
The other one isn’t to Sam’s club, it is for the Seattle Art Museum (SAM). The keep on truckin’ patch was indeed a classic but it was so far back in the memory banks that its recollection was forgotten. That would have required a deep brain scan to bring that memory out at last night.
I’ve got to figure out why it required me to “moderate” your comment. I think I got it. This box was checked Comment author must have a previously approved comment. DO you think I should have this box checked – Attempt to notify any Weblogs linked to from the article (slows down posting.)
mmmmm…taquitos…
DO you think I should have this box checked – Attempt to notify any Weblogs linked to from the article (slows down posting.)
Yes, if you want send trackbacks to blogs that your blog references, but you can always do that later after the fact manually, if you want. Trackbacks seem like a cool idea and are mosly harmless, but have their annoyances (you have to wait for your server to ping other sites when posting, some sites don’t accept trackbacks due to all the spam, etc.).
This (my new site too) needs a comment preview feature.
This new color scheme reminds me of the time we were making candles in the South Franklin basement and you made that yellow one with embedded turd brown votives…. Ugggg-leee!
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These photos may be more representative of the basement during those times. I wish I had a picture of the table full of candles.
sing the praises on the basement! alas it will take some time to figure the color schemes on this things. it will surely morph into something more hideous than this as time progresses.
well, as I venture onto Beef’s new blog for the very first time, i feel it necessary to load a little femi kuti into the cd player and poor another glass of beer as I should be working…. the conversation so far has been quite stimulating. I appreciate the wallet discussion, but, indeed, must mention one item of note add.
Aaron your wallet is lame, unless it’s full of money and you’re buying drinks.
In regards to the before mentioned yellow turd candle: Marnie and I took a bunch of candles over to the aboretum for some concert thing that Justin Means was involved in. That was the first candle that sold. Beef that picture of Sack with the cop in the background is the same concert.
well, it’s about time beef enlightened the world with his perspective and stories of mirth and verbal domination. it was sad to see that the casa del jefe was not mentioned in the candle-making saga. if not for la casa, the candle making may have died sooner. of course, there are no photos of the basement flooding due to candle wax plugging the sink drains. but theres still wax all over the concrete floor, and that gives me many cherished moments of the times when i was supporting the fixations and escapades of the one they call beef.
next entry, how to make a keg fridge for less than $200….
thoughts of the reality of needing a new wallet in the near
future have plagued my mind as of recent, as well.
it is a sad day when you realize that the cherished prize
that has been your holding your keepsakes, cash, and
various plastic cards to identify who and what you are
responsible for begins to show signs of wear beyond repair.
my current wallet was picked up at a small store in
northern thailand for ~75cents. it has a nice design
amongst woven cotton digs. the pattern was a bit odd
at the time, but i have grown accustom to its visual
pleasures. it has a velcro closure.
never could get into those leather tri-fold wallets that
my father had. maybe i am lame.
beef has always been a man of fashionable wallet and
wallet accoutrements. i was a fan of the “keep on truckin’”
wallet back in college. frequently, at the lost and found lounge,
beef would pull out the wallet with a “whooopish!” exclaimation.
only to have o’rourke shake his hand in a “your money is not
good here” fashion.
Good times, good times.
For a second there, i was right there…