Piles upon piles

I am a pile person. Where are my clothes? In piles. What about work stuff? Piles. It is like a weird nervous tic. I believe I really realized that I pile everything when I finally became to tackle organizing my stamp collection. Yes, the snail mail kind. I split all of them up into their respective countries. And yes, they were in piles hence my thought of "I am a pile person".

It was a very interesting day over all. Dad and I went to an Ethopian restaurant. I couldn't figure out at first why they didn't bring us silverware. Or at least until they brought out our lunch on this large pancake-like bread which then became your silverware. I had a really great time hanging out with him. He is a very cool and interesting person although he tells the worst most horrible jokes. But I love him so I'll forgive him for that : ) Our time was just perfect too. I had no sooner walked the door from Dad's that my stamp album stuff got delivered. When I had originally called, they said it would be delivered between 9 am to 7 pm. Major ughs!

Doing the organizing may think a little about countries and history and patriotism. I do have stamps from places that no longer exist. Or places that changed names. How much of their identity was wrapped up in their country's name? How would I feel if all of a sudden when went from USA to USBL(United States of Bovine Lovers)? How much of ME is wrapped up in being an American? It was somewhat like thinking of how much of me is being female. I had about the same amount of choice (none) in either of those situations. I love living in America but I don not thinking we are the be all end all of countries. We have so much more to learn.

I have stamps from all over the world which got me thinking of history. Not world history but people history. I wondered what and who all these stamps had interacted with. All the news that they had shared that changed someone's life forever. That is today's wonder. I am hoping to do seven wonders in a row.

Okay, since all of you are now probably scratching your heads. I finished the PostSecret book the other day. It was beyond phenomenal. But the one that stuck in my head was the one that told how they saw no wonder in the world anymore. So hence the wonder...

Good day and may all your days be wonder-filled.