Monday, May 01, 2006

Of parents......

I love my parents dearly but....... They're pack rats and organizing isn't their forte'. I was there for a visist a couple of weeks ago and decided that I didn't want to share the sleeping space in the living room with two of my boys and my dear brother. Down I went into the basement to see if there would be room for me to open the cot up and hunker down. What did I find? Not much room and waaaay too many spiders. So in true bossy eldest mode I asked my mom if she would like some help this summer CLEANING out the basement? She did respond negatively so I figured that was a yes. I'm trying to enlist the aid of my baby sis! We'll need to make sure dad is busy though, he has a really hard time getting rid of ANYTHING. One time I was out helping clean their camper. Found a bag of shirts that at one time or another a whole family of mice must have had a reunion in. Decided that maybe it would be a good time to toss them. I didn't get them in the trash fast enough, dad walked by and peeked in the bag. He lifted up a truly holey shirt and said, I kid you not, "what are you throwing these perfectly good shirts out for"? I must have given him 'the' look. You know the one, cause he took a second look at the shirt and realized what it looked like. At one time he said he didn't like it when my sis and I came to help mom clean, we toss too many good things. My Mom has to live with the man so she's had to make some concessions, but I haven't lived there for over 20 years and Mel hasn't lived there for ten years so it's easier for us to come in and say, "there are mice living in the couch, it's time to toss it out the front door". Mom just won't do it. He is a true child of the Great Depression and the II World War.

Of parents......

I love my parents dearly but....... They're pack rats and organizing isn't their forte'. I was there for a visist a couple of weeks ago and decided that I didn't want to share the sleeping space in the living room with two of my boys and my dear brother. Down I went into the basement to see if there would be room for me to open the cot up and hunker down. What did I find? Not much room and waaaay too many spiders. So in true bossy eldest mode I asked my mom if she would like some help this summer CLEANING out the basement? She did not respond negatively so I figured that was a yes. I'm trying to enlist the aid of my baby sis! We'll need to make sure dad is busy though, he has a really hard time getting rid of ANYTHING. One time I was out helping clean their camper. Found a bag of shirts that at one time or another a whole family of mice must have had a reunion in. Decided that maybe it would be a good time to toss them. I didn't get them in the trash fast enough, dad walked by and peeked in the bag. He lifted up a truly holey shirt and said, I kid you not, "what are you throwing these perfectly good shirts out for"? I must have given him 'the' look. You know the one, cause he took a second look at the shirt and realized what it looked like. At one time he said he didn't like it when my sis and I came to help mom clean, we toss too many good things. My Mom has to live with the man so she's had to make some concessions, but I haven't lived there for over 20 years and Mel hasn't lived there for ten years so it's easier for us to come in and say, "there are mice living in the couch, it's time to toss it out the front door". Mom just won't do it. He is a true child of the Great Depression and the II World War.