I save everything I am sent, no matter who it’s from. Which explains the amount of paper that overwhelms me. I keep thinking I need to squirrel away some money for the Neat Desk Scanner so I can “keep” things without being over-run by boxes and reams of paper, but it’s so doggone hard to do.
Before the month is out, I’m always tapping into the stash to buy meds or food or gas or even a doctor visit. Living on the edge seems to keep my BP perpetually high...
If there is a “bulletin” or “program” at a church service I attend, I keep that, too, just because it is part of my history, and it may be needed when my writings get to this point.
I just don’t dare toss something, as it might mean the difference between “sometime in the last five years” and “On August 20, of 2162, I did this and really enjoyed myself and the people who were feeding me...”
Now I’ll feel bad about sending you things. Maybe I can get Sally to scan them.