I Haven't The Remotest Idea

It is an understatement
That my home's not clutter-free.
Sometime ago, I asked a friend
If he could come help me
To do some rearranging--
(As in what was here goes there).
Was specific with the furniture--
With the bags I didn't care
Just so long as they weren't in my way
To make me take a fall.
What was in those bags?
A bit of this. A bit of that. That's all.
When I got my sunroom finished,
At that time, I'd transport
Those bags into that area
Where I'd begin to sort.
But things don't always go as planned,
And my sunroom got delayed.
Therefore, those bags and bags and bags
Plus some boxes are displayed
In stacks and piles of varied height
All around and here and there.
I'll start to sort them where they are
Before saying, "I don't care!"
One thing that motivates me
To move them from there to here
Is hoping that my lost remote
Will suddenly appear.
But I've forgotten where my friend
Moved the box containing it.
I believe it's in the southwest pile,
So, I've dug through there a bit.
But it's possible that it's north of there
Or beneath that great big pile
Collected on my bed's north side--
But, at least, I still can smile,
Since the TV's set to Hallmark
With its 24 hours of great
Variety of programs
To which I can relate.
Someday soon, I'll have more room to sort
And will, once more, have in hand
My means to change the channel
At my fingertip's command.
Then, I'll have back my TCM,
Twilight Zone, and Oprah's O;
My local news, CNN's views;
TLC, HBO,
And all the other channels
Made available to me--
Though the shows I watch on Hallmark
Will still grab me frequently.
For now, however, I'm content
To where I hardly care
That my means to change the channel
Is now neither here nor there!



Written for the March 2011 contest from "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" 
Prompt for this contest is: The Art Of Forgetting