I worked slow and steady today at my aunt’s house: driveway cleaned once again of recyclable materials and swept. Neighbors have a wedding reception across the street this coming weekend so keeping things tidy on the exterior. Regarding the interior: exceptional efforts in the den (literally jammed full before and now so consolidated that over 1/3rd remains available for storage while the dining room is empty. The kitchen is still clean, although a bit of a staging area for garbage going out the door (drop box after the wedding reception). I put the finishing touches on the hallway, which now affords a clear path and an uninterrupted circular route on the first floor! That hallway has been blocked since 2002. Bedrooms remain, the bathroom is partially done but quite filthy. The downstairs is another matter and not an urgent matter although I will show you a few pics of that. The living room is down in volume considerably and along with the bedrooms the last remaining challenge. The remaining room in the den will probably house much of the living room/bedroom stuff.
I wanted to raise a point that I have alluded to before. Once you drastically clean an area, don’t be disappointed if it starts to fill up again. It becomes a staging, sorting area for an adjoining mess. It gives you room to work in, but it will nag at you to again clear the area. Oops…it may partially fill again. This has happened 3 times to the driveway. Just the way it is and I don’t over think this as long as the previously cleared area is touched up now and then.
Really a wonderful effort inside. Outside room was gained by removing damaged goods. Inside, little is damaged or filthy (sharp contrast to my mom’s house), so room must be found and repacking/consolidation is paramount. Darly has worked magic on consolidation into boxes from cascading, unruly plastic bags. Now the basement is another, less pressing matter. But, it is down there and a bit more musty and chaotic.
When I visited my aunt tonight she was complaining of considerable knee pain. She didn’t ask when she was headed home. Her calendar, on the bed, had the doctor’s appt. highlighted for this coming Friday. She was in a pretty good mood. Bizarre given how she recently reacted. The miracle of modern meds or just the cycling of dementia and stress. I was warned this would happen. As I worked away today, I vowed to be more patient and not take things so personal. She thanked me for stopping by. Later she told my wife that she had no idea how she would ever be able to make her home like the care facility…a very nice, clean, orderly environment. My wife remarked that we could try to make a dent before she got home to make it safer. My aunt responded that maybe we could make a start. I think she knows something is already afoot.