Worked alone today, and received Team help later tonight. Drop box company came this morning to remove full box and drop another one. I filled up a little over half of the new box today. A very hot day, I stayed hydrated but took quite a few breaks. Lots of sorting today. All boxes wet and contents wet and disgusting. Each object is stripped of wet paper and assessed for damage and redemption. It is time consuming and conducted in a bent over posture. Believe me after sorting through hundreds and hundreds of the ubiquitous glasses my aunt hoards one gets itchy. What is this stuff?
There are literally hundreds each of small goblets, large goblets, punch bowl cups, decanters. So, if you recall there was a large expansive series of mounds in the back yard. It was daunting to contemplate tearing into it.
Meanwhile, inside the house, The Team members are moving heaven & stuff to create a safe environment for my aunt. I will attempt to record this as well. Width and space have been gained. Layers of filth have been scrubbed away. Great job Darly. The response from my aunt probably won’t be what we hope for. Intuitively we know this. But wouldn’t it be nice to see joy in her eyes and appreciation? Doing what is right for an elder is much like doing what is right for your ungrateful teenager…you just do it and believe out of love and duty.
Ok, off to top of the box and collect broken plastics for recycling. I have a number for a scrap metal guy. My driveway is looking messy but I will spend this week cleaning it up. The back yard will be touched up. The effort will now be swung inside as my aunt is hell bent on coming home. She walks with a walker and ignores staff help or admonitions. I figure a month maybe to make the inside safe. The outside stench will hopefully subside now that the air is getting to the earth and fllth is headed to the dump.