only backgroundI'm a wife, mother and grandmother. I'm opinionated. I contradict myself frequently. Most of all, I love my kids. I believe in them. I fight for them. They're weird and wonderful. If you want to know more, here's a bunch of other stuff from my old site.
My mother’s house is so ineresting! My mom has a problem throwing things in the trash. She always plans to give things away, even things no one could possibly want, but seldom actually does it. Instead, she has boxes and boxes, drawers and drawers, all filled with things she has to give away.
I mentioned to her that I’d help her go through her things so we could give away the good stuff and throw away the garbage. She started telling me how she wants to drop off her old Guidepost magazines in waiting rooms for people to read. She’s been collecting Guidepost magazines for years - decades, even - so I think it’s safe to just toss them now. But she won’t. She insists that we deliver them to doctors’ offices and other waiting rooms. UGH!
Besides all the magazines and books (enough books to stock a small library) my mom has stockpiled trinkets, plaques, women’s and men’s jewelry, trophies, pens, crayons and markers, VCR tapes (literally hundreds!) owner manuals for every conceivable product, clothes (some brand new) and holy cards from every person she knows who has died in the past 60 years.
This is going to be more of a challenge than tending to my dad this past week.
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Gee, I wonder who collects old computers — and where she learned that trait!
My grandmother has been a “collector” for years. I think that is the nice way of saying pack rat right? She used to even visit the Goodwill daily and buy stuff (I really can’t categorize it beyond stuff because it was indistinguishable from the other stuff).
She has furniture that has no seats, figurines with no heads and china that you can see through the dust.
Beyond that the wierd stuff she does have old dictionaries, books, radios, tvs, scattered memorabilia. It is like walking through a museum of my childhood.
Ahh, we all love grandma.