Tonight, giving up on my clutter-clearing fail, I decided to go to bed and watch TV. I turned it on as usual, but the never before seen, nor even heard of, message popped up on the screen: "Please run the channel scan." I had no idea what this meant, or how to carry that task out, so I did what comes naturally----pressing every button on the remote. Finally the menu read Channels, and I clicked away until it eventually read scan. I clicked and the message read it would take about 20 minutes.
So I returned to my file box of dusty memories, read some, and entered a few here. Some I'll never be able to deal with in my lifetime. They'll have to self-destruct, I guess. Saddest of all, though, is that they are reminders of past connections and interactions with parents, children, relatives, co-workers, friends, neighbors, acquaintances. Mostly positive, but even the negative were the stuff of which life was made. Now it's just a long wait....
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