The mail came today and for the very first time... no "Jane was here". For forty days we've been getting daily (well, except for Sundays) notes and cards and paintings and even trees. (Really! We've gotten two -- well, one started out as an acorn but now is a little sprout with four leaves -- and they're still alive.) Wanna see where they've come from?
A dozen countries, five provinces and 46 states. Isn't that something? (Hawaii, Montana, South Dakota and West Virginia were no shows. Not that I'm pointing fingers. Ahem. Oh, hey, if any of you had cards returned and are up for trying again, you can address them to the Greene family [we bought the house from a family whose last name is one letter off from mine and mail is STILL being forwarded incorrectly 18 months later. Oops.].) But the map -- isn't that cool? Look at you all!
So, what do I do now? Some deserve framing, and all deserve a place somewhere. Some kind of scrapbook-y something or other? A box doesn't seem quite right. They need to be somewhere special, each in its own deserved spot. They need curating, is my point. Any and all suggestions are most welcome. MOST welcome. Please.
While you invisible readers brainstorm, I'm going to start counting and do a little rough organizing. By place of origin? Size? Medium? I mean, there are cards and canvases and postcards and Post-its. Hoo boy. I may not be German enough for this one.*
All right, everyone. Get to work! Goooooo Team Jane!
* Tom accuses me of being overly German when I get particular about things. Just because my books are shelved alphabetically by author within their subject is no call for him to mock my ancestry. It's not like I use the Library of Congress classification system. Or even Dewey Decimal. It's more like living in a used bookstore. It's TOTALLY REASONABLE. It's practically a public service. We'd never find anything around here if there weren't a system of some kind. Hmph.