A few days ago I was showing my friend Bob C. how to access his e-mail on his new Mac laptop computer. I signed in to my e-mail account. Up pops my AOL account with 749 messages! Bob says "You have 749 e-mails messages?" Understandably he was surprised. Mr. Neat and Organized here (that would me me) has a backlog of 749 e-mail messages. Yes, it was true. Guilty as charged.
At one time (I think about a year ago), I was caught up. But I fell behind again when my almost new (only a year and a half old) Dell computer crashed. Then, combined with my work schedule at the hotel, springtime and all that involves in backyard work, our trip south and whatever else excuse I can grasp, I fell behind again in keeping my e-mails current. There is no excuse except that I got lazy.
Well, this morning there are no more excuses. It is time to clean up my e-mails.
Most of my e-mails are notifications of postings from my Facebook friends or automatic notifications of new recipes. I used to get a lot of news bulletins but I stopped those because by the time I read them, it was old news. Then there are the notices of sales at J. C. Penney, Kohls, Yankee Candle and all those other stores I so thoughtlessly gave my e-mail address to when I made a purchase at their place of business.
Time to clean up. I am being inundated. I cannot keep up.
Last week I decided it is time for me to write my (now don't laugh) ..........memoirs. My autobiography. My Story. The Book. I find I can't do this with a clear mind until I clear my desk (e-mails) off. Then I'm ready to plunge in the adventure and journey that was my life of the past 68 years.
This is my Twilight Time. I'm wrapping it up folks. I'm getting my thousands of photographs in order (scanning.) I'm getting all my old letters (the ones that I saved) out of their dusty storage of the past fifty years. I'm scanning my memory (or what's left of it anyway) for stories and anecdotes for my book.
As the picture on this blog posting indicates, there may be a lot of clutter in my life but I have it all organized....sort of. Now is the time.
