At the time of typing this blog, I’m bitter, sore and utterly exhausted. I don’t mean to throw my parents under the bus, but they are the reason why. You see, they live almost full-time down in the southern part of Utah, while we live in the northern part, where they have a condo they used to live in. They had a little mice problem, so they had to come up north to take care of the problem. They were nice enough to volunteer us to help them fix the little problem, which we were okay with at first…at first.
We figured they would just ask us to move around some food and clean up a little bit. We did, but then one thing lead to another and all of a sudden, we were full on doing a complete reorg for a hoarder, errr, my mother. Let’s just say she treats her condo like a storage unit. This week we spent every waking hour organizing things.
Taking out the garbage isn’t fun, but when you do it 400 plus times, it’s even more not fun. Let’s just get to the bitter Friday Giftures?
No offense..
…but this is what I wanted to do with all the garbage in their house.
This may or may not…
…be the position I was in most of the week.
When I suggested my mom throw something away…
…this is the ledge I was navigating.
This is what happened…
…when I decided to look under the bed.
Every time we entered a room…
…we were scared of what we would find.
Possibly some of the dolls…
…that may have been in some closet.
There are a few books here…
…but not near as many as there were in just one room in my mom’s house.
I found a lot of new technology…
…like these storage files called floppy discs.
Can’t wait…
…to try out this new Myspace.com thing on America Online.
I’m pretty sure I heard Lizzo over and over again…
…not on that old radio thing, but this new ghetto blaster thing.
We even found some…
…fresh new threads.
We even managed to find some…
…some dust cats and bunnies.
While the work was back breakingingly overwhelming and mind numbing, we did manage to find a few treasures, and for that it was all worth it. Despite the fact that there were millions of items that we could have gotten rid of, we got rid of 13, and that made all the hard work worth it.
ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH
Bitter Taking out the Garbage Ben
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Our mom was born in the depression era. She was not a hoarder but a stasher. When she passed away, we found all kinds of things “stashed” in the weirdest places. Money (the obvious), old letters she saved from family, pictures, cartoon clippings (she and her sister used to love to share these in their letters) and even bits of hair she saved from our hair cuts (??). Ahh, moms – who knows where their thoughts go. LOL!!
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Unfortunately, we can’t seem to find any of my mother’s money stashes, only her junk stash. She keeps claiming that stuff is valuable and collector’s items, but I’m pretty sure broken crayons and bent in half umbrellas aren’t worth much.
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arm in sling but I am cheerful who am I kidding can only manage lower case anyhow liked the way the giftures mirrored your experiences could be a thing ungh who am I jack Kerouac no just a guy who cannot access capitals apart from k which the machine thought I needed ok will stop now
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Sorry about your arm being in a sling. It must have been really bitter to try to comment with one. Glad I could make you even more bitter!
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thanks ben – grrrr
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Your welcome. Glad I could make you bitter!
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