At our house, the landing spot for incoming snail mail is the kitchen counter. We both thumb through it and read what is of interest, but we’re not great with the follow-through of tossing, filing, or making decisions; we simply leave everything on the counter. After a week, the pile begins to build. After two weeks it’s moderately high. By three weeks I have to move it to the other end of the counter so it can be propped against the wall, while we start a new pile at the corner again.
Last year we changed tactics when I bought a basket for the mail. It’s large and deep and will hold over a month’s worth of mail. The new rule is that when the mail piles over the top of the container's edge, it must be cleaned out – a chore that H usually undertakes.
As it turns out, today was Basket Day. It’s definitely not H’s favorite day, but he always tackles it with a smile. And, of course, an empty basket is a happy basket!
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