Relative Something

Ever stop to consider how many things in life have become, “out of sight, out of mind” for you? I would become completely overwhelmed if I opened the Pandora’s Box of everything I have allowed to match that phrase. I think that allowing things to transition out of sight is one of my primary coping mechanisms.

It’s not always a good thing to have parts of your life become invisible and subsequently nonexistent. I don’t know why the VCR, buried on my dresser under years worth of accumulation, caught my eye the other day. It triggered my questioning the status of videos we recorded during the years our children were growing up. Those are at high risk of deteriorating beyond viability. That led to a recollection of the significant number of photos I have in slide format. I bet I haven’t seen those for over 20 years. Are they even in that closet where I last parked them? Being so out of sight and for so long, renders those slide images way out of mind.

Some things evade that trick of getting out of sight. They sit in my garage, in plain view, for years on end. It can be wonderfully invigorating to discover someone you know is a perfect fit for items that you have had no use for in years.

I accomplished just such an exchange yesterday. Now, even though the items will finally be out of my sight, I’ll probably never forget about them due to the knowledge of the people who were so excited to receive my donation.

You know, if someone asked me if I had a VCR a couple of days ago, I wouldn’t have had an inkling there was one on my dresser. It’s mostly out of sight.