It’s late now but it’s still the 12th. I spent all afternoon with a new basket of files and I’ve thrown away more than I have been doing, but also discovering more.

I have a new pile with a new label, a category I recognize that is just for me, for me to keep and re-read and savour until I leave. Then my successors can throw the whole file away, out, into the dumpster. I’ll take what I learned with me.

Years ago I wrote a book for the United Church about people gathered but not used for a TV special created for the Centennial to celebrate “The Human Journey”. I was assigned to interview them, two from each province, and write a prose presentation—”No two Alike”. One of my subjects was a retired United Church minister who had recently moved with his wife into a retirement home (assisted living). They were like newly-weds, excited about their tiny new apartment, crammed with the furniture and mementos of their long life together, plus new curtains and cushions in fresh colours to decorate or mask signs of age and lovely new dshes to set their table for two.

It’s coming on tomorrow. I’ll finish my story then.

Actually, therre is no end.