This afternoon, after we returned to Mother’s house, after taking her to brunch, I sat and looked at the ‘stuff’. Ye Gads.
I have this ahead of me. Mom is 90, and still on the farm.
Good morning.
I’ve done that cleaning out, too, and vowed I wouldn’t leave it all for the kids, but every time I go to the basement and consider cleaning it out, I think, aw heck, they can do it.
Seriously, though, need to get on that and at least start to weed things out.
You must be pooped, Molly!