I think Mom is the reason they invented Rubbermaid. Wendy and I went to Mom's house yesterday to continue working on getting her condo ready to put on the market. Mom has a bunch of stuff.
Wanda came to pick up Mom's clothes. I stood in Mom's closet for a minute yesterday trying to see if anything jumped out at me and said Mom. [I save clothes. I have a picture of Zach when he was little with Dad and I saved the outfit. I thought/hoped there would be an outfit that I could see in my mind that would mark a time. No such luck.] Mom's house doesn't smell like her anymore. So Mom's clothes were just clothes and home they went with Wanda. In my heart, I know that Wanda will priss them out just like Mom and enjoy them. Poor Chicos.. They are probably going to go bankrupt now.
I have piles of stuff for several of you. Mom kept your letters/newspaper articles/pictures/playbills and menus from your trips together. I will try to stick this in the mail within the next month or so. There is still stuff at Wendy's that I need to look over before I have everything.
It wasn't as bad a day as I thought. Mom's bear came to live with me, along with the naked fairy that was at the front door. A ton of Tupperware and some pots and pans, and a couple of cabinets that were in Mom's living room. [Now I am the poster child for Rubbermaid.]
Kathy and Gail came by and brought my favorite cookies and some wonderful bagels. It was a great surprise to see them yesterday.
Uncle Richard and Aunt Shirley also came over and helped.
The why of the day yesterday was pretty crappy, but the day itself wasn't that bad.
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