A song to start the day:
Collecting things. It's a problem I have. One that has plagued me since childhood. Part of it is due to my slightly obsessive nature, and part of it is due to the pleasure I find in sorting/organizing items and building displays.
I have had many, many collections over the course of my life. Common things like rocks and shells and stamps. Odd things like the jars and jars of palm tree seeds I collected in grades k-3, the vat of rusty nuts and bolts on my desk at work, and the endless crates of fossils at home.
The lists go on and on.
Recently I found my abandoned coin collection from grade school and set to work finishing what I started. I have now officially filled in all my coin books (pennies, nickels, quarters dimes, (all basic) state quarters, American territory quarters, state park quarters, Lincoln pennies, explorer nickels, etc.) I organized all my coin books and put them away. Pleased with the completion of a project.
All was right in the world.
And then Goose came home from work.
Clutched in her hand were three coins. Gold dollars. With different presidents on them.
Maybe I'm not done with my coin collection after all.
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