Can we talk about something other than Mom? Probably not. That's what we're doing right now.
For the past few weeks I've been prepping (mostly in my mind and hers) for the move. Photographing objects so the mama can see her selects together, recording dimensions so I can place them on the virtual map, negotiating with siblings who all want the same objects. When writing this down I realize that these are all the kinds of things I do at the factory all day, so that's why I should be doing them for my mom.
She's been a trouper, but doesn't realize how much work this is any more. I'm at the point where I need to act on the decisions we've made, and she doesn't understand that I can't do all the things that she wants me to do (i.e. "Wouldn't you like to open those curtains?" or "Let's go through the things in the office") I just have to do stuff. So this weekend, which was also very warm, I just about lost my mind. It'll be fine. I just need everyone to be out of the house so I can do my thing. That will happen next week.
This week we're going on family vacation. I split after four days and head home to oversee the move. When the mama comes home from vacation, she'll move directly into her new place. It'll be exciting. After that we get her settled in and begin disassembling the old house, so to speak.
1) Who wants what
2) Auction things that nobody wants
3) Estate sale (or not)
4) Sale
and then it's time for the holidays.
Christmas at our house.
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Oh Jebus, this sounds so stressful. You are right, you have become an archivist for your own family.
I had a dream last night about my own parents' imminent move. They were going to keep large quantities of boomerangy blue furniture from the '50s. My father gave me a medal that my sister had earned for teaching Petulance, the famed 30-volume unfinished novel by Joseph Conrad. As you can see, I have a very realistic idea of how all this is going to go down.
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