I meant to unplug my charged up e-tablet and ended up instead, opening up Pandora’s Box. Don’t ask me why, I can’t tell you. I opened a file drawer. It’s one I have used for nondescript and personal ‘stuff ‘. Mind you, I have been known to create a folder or two there, just because it wasn’t over-stuffed like the actual filing cabinet we both use.
For a couple of hours I was absorbed in reviving memories, (a lot of them not good ones) and slimming down the contents of folders. When I had finished with the first folder, my hand crept to the next one. A can of worms had lain there too. This one was approximately a sixteen years old triple sandwich, with a
mildew mild top filling, fizzing chili in the middle, mercifully, followed by a layer of cooling cucumber.
It is hard
curating sorting out your own ‘stuff’, your own interconnected paper trail of life. I found I was not able to be totally objective. Even after many years, emotions can and do ripple. I wonder if I had planned to do this job, I might have felt any different.
A shredded bucket of my life later, my pack of plastic pockets has swelled with a great many Woolworth’s ones that I freed up. (That’s a store long gone). They seem to be a better quality plastic pocket than those they share the packet with.