So I got a short email from a friend this morning and it made me feel so astonishingly good that my first thought was that I must, MUST go out and find a teeny tiny frame for it and hang it on my wall.
So I decided that I need to have some kind of room of my own, finally, once and for always, where part of the décor is that framed email times, oh, say a couple dozen, or a hundred or a thousand.
So I never really thought of hanging letters like art, but why not? I may be visually-oriented, but sometimes a thousand words are certainly worth a picture.
So I was thinking I could also start a binder of letters, the kind that lift me like today's little cyber note did. I get letters that'll do this sometimes, only once in a great while typically, but I must say that I've received a few lately from one amazing new friend and an older pal or two, words that have touched me deeply.
(So I hope these writers recognize that I'm talking about them should they happen to pop in and read this.)
So one day if you come to my house and I drag you into some little spidery corner of my basement where I've stapled up a few old bedsheets to simulate walls and I have letters and emails clapped into thrift store frames and pinned precariously here and there, just smile and tell me I'm really great with interiors.
So these so's are my way of paying homage to a certain sweet so-and-so because she seasons her sentences with them so scintillatingly.
(P.S. So I'm glad to be back.)