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Clearing Out
Oct. 24th, 2012 10:54 amI have not yet to really begin clearing the stuff that belonged to Aunt Tudi out of the house. There are a couple of reasons for this: 1) I've been avoiding Aunt Tudi's stuff like the plague, even though having them all around me depresses me even more. It's like there are two houses, the home I had with Aunt Tudi, and the house and space I live in now. 2) There is such an overwhelming amount of stuff I didn't even know she accrued, I feel the task is just too overwhelming to begin. Plus I'm lazy.
I have come to grips that Aunt Tudi was a borderline hoarder. She has saved ever box anything we bought came in. I found dozens of jars full of thousands of nails. They're gone. If I need a nail, I can always ask Uncle Michael for one. I found several bottle of paint a dozens of paint brushes. There two manual typewriters. Lockboxes full of documents that no longer mean anything. Hundreds of video cassette tapes of 'I Love Lucy' and 'The Golden Girls.' Frames we would never use for pictures we probably don't have. A box of electric extension cords and phone cords that no longer work. All this I found in the dining room and laundry room. I haven't begun with the living room and, god help me, the closets. It is a daunting task ahead of me, and I'm not sure I'm ready yet, even though I know making the house mine might help me get through the grief process earlier. Maybe then, I'll be better motivated to deep clean the house and truly make it a home.
I have come to grips that Aunt Tudi was a borderline hoarder. She has saved ever box anything we bought came in. I found dozens of jars full of thousands of nails. They're gone. If I need a nail, I can always ask Uncle Michael for one. I found several bottle of paint a dozens of paint brushes. There two manual typewriters. Lockboxes full of documents that no longer mean anything. Hundreds of video cassette tapes of 'I Love Lucy' and 'The Golden Girls.' Frames we would never use for pictures we probably don't have. A box of electric extension cords and phone cords that no longer work. All this I found in the dining room and laundry room. I haven't begun with the living room and, god help me, the closets. It is a daunting task ahead of me, and I'm not sure I'm ready yet, even though I know making the house mine might help me get through the grief process earlier. Maybe then, I'll be better motivated to deep clean the house and truly make it a home.
