Thursday, March 8, 2018

67/365/Secrets and Lies in 56

It doesn’t bother me at all that three kind-beyond-words people I went to school with will be going into my hoarder parents’ house and picking up several pieces of furniture to place in the independent-living-on-the-way-to-assisted apartment and they will see how my parents actually live and then they will know. It doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t.

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  1. I commend your bravery for letting them do it anyway.

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  2. My parents aren't hoarders, but my dad used to take engines apart on the kitchen table. The bits would get moved to other flat surfaces so we could eat. the stuff on the surfaces would get moved somewhere else they didn't belong to make room for the engine bits. My mother wasn't a natural housewife and eventually they would start yelling at each other over who lost the whatsit for the engine. I rarely had friends over. I relate to this post.

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  3. I like Sabine's statement, "My mother wasn't a natural housewife." That describes me. My kids had friends over all the time, though. I think it had something to do with my arts & crafts parties. And our pool.

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