The Last Waltz
Feb. 22nd, 2022 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabotloursI'm typing today's entry from the desk I did my homework at all through grade school and high school. This will probably be the last time I will be in this house. My sister and I arrived on Sunday, and we have been going at cleaning out everything over the past 2 days. We have already filled 2 garbage cans and took a load to Goodwill. I have a few boxes of stuff I want to bring back, and my sister has done the same. I had rented a mini-van, and it will be full when we depart in a few days. Why don't I have the Furmobile? Well...it's going on 13 years old and I wanted something more reliable.
I didn't know how this whole process would go. I knew we couldn't get wrapped around the axel and get nostalgic over every little item. For the most part that hasn't happened. You just have to stay focused on the save/toss/donate concept. As I said in my last post, there's not a whole lot that I want. I'm more focused on the toss/donate dilemma. And I feel wonderfully evil when I come across a paperback Bible and gleefully toss it into the "garbage" pile.
On other related subjects, I'm glad my uncle in on-board with his taking ownership of the house. He's been actively engaged in having the utilities transferred into his name and will hopefully take over full responsibility at the end of the week. That will be a huge burden off my mind. I talked with the Post Office today and will have all of Mom's mail forwarded to my address. One bank had said that Mom had a cd there, and they will happily pay out the balance to my sister and I. There's another cd at another bank that we have to deal with, and her main accounts need to be closed out at yet another bank. There's also the unfinished business of ordering Mom's headstone at the cemetery. We'll have to go there tomorrow to make sure we order the same style as my Dad's. The good part about going to the cemetery is that the Polish market is not that far away. Yay! Polish beer and sausage!
On a lighter note, I realized just how haunted this house will be. My grandmother died in the upstairs apartment. My Dad died in the living room, and my Mom died in the bedroom. Ooooo! Spooky! The weird Mexican neighbor confided in my Mom many years ago that she felt the presence of my grandmother in a bedroom in her house since she used to live there.
I didn't know how this whole process would go. I knew we couldn't get wrapped around the axel and get nostalgic over every little item. For the most part that hasn't happened. You just have to stay focused on the save/toss/donate concept. As I said in my last post, there's not a whole lot that I want. I'm more focused on the toss/donate dilemma. And I feel wonderfully evil when I come across a paperback Bible and gleefully toss it into the "garbage" pile.
On other related subjects, I'm glad my uncle in on-board with his taking ownership of the house. He's been actively engaged in having the utilities transferred into his name and will hopefully take over full responsibility at the end of the week. That will be a huge burden off my mind. I talked with the Post Office today and will have all of Mom's mail forwarded to my address. One bank had said that Mom had a cd there, and they will happily pay out the balance to my sister and I. There's another cd at another bank that we have to deal with, and her main accounts need to be closed out at yet another bank. There's also the unfinished business of ordering Mom's headstone at the cemetery. We'll have to go there tomorrow to make sure we order the same style as my Dad's. The good part about going to the cemetery is that the Polish market is not that far away. Yay! Polish beer and sausage!
On a lighter note, I realized just how haunted this house will be. My grandmother died in the upstairs apartment. My Dad died in the living room, and my Mom died in the bedroom. Ooooo! Spooky! The weird Mexican neighbor confided in my Mom many years ago that she felt the presence of my grandmother in a bedroom in her house since she used to live there.
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Date: 2022-02-23 01:27 pm (UTC)To doing the work.
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Date: 2022-02-24 12:06 am (UTC)Geez that is equivalent to finding that the bedroom mattress is stuffed with paper bills, what a pleasant surprise.