I crashed before 01, but couldn't sleep past 0530, got ready to have guys from Church help me clean the garage, but last week 4 of them helped for 90 minutes.
Today two helped for 50 minutes and then I spent over an hour just trying to clear the rest of the stuff out of the garage.
Then I needed to rush off to see my clients in Holbrook. I came straight home just in time to see my brother move the very last thing from the driveway into the garage--in one big pile, that was already falling down.
He felt incredibly proud of himself, but I spent the next 5 hours going through it, and I only stopped because I was out of big black garbage bags, but I took him to buy more.
I should be able to fill up one or two right away, plus there are more things I want to donate.
I told Mom and my sisters that I am not taking Mom to Mesa, she didn't throw away a single thing, and I couldn't even sweep before my brother moved everything back.
Mom claimed that I made the pile of junk.
No, we stacked it in the driveway.
My brother made the pile of junk.
Mom claimed that I "consider expensive Christmas decorations junk."
Why does she make me pay for a locker that she keeps mostly empty?
Why can't she keep decorations there for most of the year?
One sister responded "Unless it's particularly sentimental: if it hasn't been used in two years, it should disappear."
I responded "Stuff hasn't moved in the garage for 20 years."
Mom replied "What if it wasn't used because he hid it?"
My sister asked "Did he hide it with stuff he had been recently using? ��"
Mom answered "No he put them on metal shelves . Then built more metal shelves in front of it so that I could not reach them."
I put in 6 sets of metal shelves, but ran out of room, so I put one set in front of another.
Mom could totally access the one in back, she just needs to remove the stuff in front first.
She could totally access the 5 sets of shelves without anything in front, but hasn't since I assembled them.
The last thing my sister wrote was "Good luck with the junk," so she supported me?
The other sister has driven up with her best friend twice. One time they cleared out her bedroom, which looks trashed again, and the other time they got rid of almost everything in the pantry, which is so empty still that I want to move stuff from elsewhere in the house.
Too bad it is too small to be my new lumber pile!
I just want to know where Mom got all of the junk in her room, since my sister and her friend didn't leave much.
My sister gave Mom a shower head a few years ago and Mom told my brother "This doesn't work, put it in the garage." I wanted to know if I could donate it and she said that it was better than the one she had, so I installed it.
I just wish that I had replaced the toilet seat, too.