Life in the old folks home: I was on my way out to go shopping, but I stopped to check the mail. There were the usual ads and my new copy of Time Magazine. I didn't want to waste time, so I took the ads and Time and opened my door and dropped them on the floor inside the door. I closed the door and went shopping.
Later I returned. The house keeper or the care giver had come to collect the trash, had scooped up my junk mail and my unread Time Magazine and carted them off.
Oh, well, there will be another one next week.