Mom was a hoarder
Hey everyone: I am so sorry that I've not had any happy posts lately. It's been a tough year. Lupus wise, I'm doing ok. Lupus hates my joints more than any other part of me but I feel I'm doing remarkably well all things considered in that area.
I have, however, come to the realization that Mom was a hoarder. I didn't want to admit it because she was "as bad" as the people you see on the hoarders tv shows, but she was a hoarder nonetheless. She moved to Montana in 2004 and I don't think she threw out a single piece of mail. I'm finding boxes and bags of opened mail everywhere. Bags of empty cat food cans. Several bottles of unopened laundry detergent and other cleaning supplies (oh the irony). Tons of books and magazines. Dozens of unopened embroidery kits. And don't get me started on the dozens upon dozens of sheets. I could go on and on but you get the idea. We will be having an "estate" sale in a few weeks. This is Montana, hopefully winter stays away until I'm done with it. Fingers crossed.
"I'm going to get healthy or die trying"