Tuesday, June 26, 2018

177/365/Whining/Negativity

Seven hours at the hoarder’s house today, and I was handed four things I had permission to throw out: a very small piece of blank paper, an empty prescription bottle, the backing piece of an old set of checks, and a cardboard box that used to hold checks.

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  1. Oh good grief! I am of the mind that there is no such thing as permission. The hoarder needs to provide adequate justification for keeping something, otherwise it is gone.

    (I chose the word "gone" because I was not sure if you would understand "binned" or "turfed out.")

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    2. PS. Kia kaha. Maori for "be strong." It is often used as an encouragement.

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    3. Binned I know. Turfed out I can get in context. And thank you.

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  2. My aunts and uncles wound up giving up and waiting until their mother, their hoarder, was dead. Difference was, she was fully capable until she was suddenly completely incapacitated and in a nursing home.

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    1. I also just don't know how you are doing this.

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  3. I'm sorry. (I keep saying that don't I?)

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  4. Is there still the option of throwing a match, and walking away? You and your sister deserve kindness, not this horror.

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  5. This is not the time to stop drinking (in case you were thinking about it).

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