So I got a new, well old, television for my house. It was a gift. It was one of those deals where they text at 10:30 at night and say! “If you can get it out of my sight by 11 it’s yours.” So I scurried over. With help from my parents it now sits in my living room, untouched. I don’t wish to sell it. Or to move it really. Heck, I don’t even care to use it. Then why do I own it? I own it because my brother wanted it out of his way because he and his new wife are moving forward. Getting new items for their existing home. I have the tv for a multitude of reasons. I spent time with my mother orchestrating the delivery of this television. I spoke closely with my other siblings inquiring their need or want of it. It still sits in my living room where I look at it every day thinking of w hat to do with it. Maybe! Just maybe! I might use it this week. Hmm.