Mothers of this world, let my children go!!!
Free them from the bondage of mountains of your collections...
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
As my brother alerted me that he is coming for fishing, and I doubt I will have time or money for that venture, it did get me started on the mountain of pack rat stuff the mother has on her bed.
The reason it was on her bed was because I needed to clear a path to get at other shit. I had been resisting throwing things out, as being poor, that is what I am phobic about, but the shit that woman kept is..........just frustrating.
Like when we were doing her therapy, TL and I got her some decent clothes as she had nothing but chit I thought........I packed up 4 trash bags of clothes for the shed in the pile behind her bed, as she did indeed have clothes.
The woman stole from us and today was the beginning of the uncovering of things. I have not found what we really were looking for, but when I grabbed this jacket she had, I thought it was heavy as hell, so I started digging in the pockets and found what I suspect was 40 dollars in quarters. Of course she never had change for washing clothes and it was our money, but somewhere she manifested quarters and was screwing us over.
I know she was hiding them, because I had gotten her a little hammer from Harbor Freight one Christmas, it was on the kitchen sink last year and just disappeared, like a cheese cutter did, reappeared and then disappeared again. So I know she was hiding it for God only knows what the hell was going on in that woman's head.
It is due to things like this, that I am throwing shit like her recording of meteorlogical data which she did all her life. I once thought I would do something with it, but now I am just fed up and want this intrusion gone.
I believe I found a few cooking items from the Thrift Store too which popped up in the same spot. It though was not the location of where the Puntz was eating something for 5 months. I shit you not, that cat was crawling around someplace in there, and was finding things to eat most of the winter. This is the woman who swore up and down she was not feeding the cat, then had food shoved down her underwear when I searched her one day, after she lied to my face. Somewhere in there I suspect I will find an empty bag of something. I know it is gone, because Poot is not bleeding anymore, is not so ornery from being sick, and actually begs for food she is not supposed to be eating.
This will be my catharsis, in being free of that woman, once the mountain is cast into the sea of all the shit she accumiliated. The thing is that her dresser has nothing in it but nasty smelling old soaps from the toxic 1950's and just four drawers of shit no one is ever going to wear. It is all just wasted space.
The undertaker told us a family was told by their mother to not throw anything out. They didn't and began finding money stuffed into everything. I would that I was that fortunate, but I have to go through everything to find TL and my stuff. I am more curious to discover just where the hiding cache was, because I was pretty good at figuring out what she was pulling, but this time she really out did herself. Maybe I should check the pillows and in the mattress, as I would not put anything past her.
There is something in this though when the brother was here after she died. He told me someone was banging on the wall at like 5 AM. As it was not TL, me or the Puntz, I just sort of laughed in apparently someone was trying to get his attention. The reason I have been musing on this, is I was thinking about rigging something up to bang on the wall, as it might be a good way to start the day, seeing my brother racing through the house screaming to get out as the mother was after him.
Things have been pretty good since the conduit to outside things is no longer welcome. Quite nice, and quiet for the most part. I just like pranks that really tune things up.
Otherwise it is just thing of my dead sister, like some photos of her a few months before she died when she was in a wedding. Bizarre thing in that, in the last two recordings I was aware of with her, was at her friend's wedding and at my Uncle's wedding.
That seems like a lifetime ago, and now my big project is to just move the piles of whatever out of here, because to get to her closets, I literally have to move piles to get into the piles in the closets.
I think that might be the agenda in all of her winter things go into trash bags for the shed, and then all of the chit like photo albums and electronics will end up in the closet and then we may have more than mountains of piles and a path to walk through.
My entire plan was for some Christian rich person to make the big donation and then I would just leave this place with it's piles and move to our place as the more labor friendly alternative, otherwise I think I will be doing this years as at this moment, things are so bad in this junk, that if I have one open spot it looks like a monument accomplishment.
Oh well, a few hours each day more in time I do not have with this blog, will be the remedy or Jesus coming back first.
Nuff Said
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