Tuesday, September 27, 2011


What can I say?!  As I move through the process of letting my mom be free...I am going to share some of the lessons I have learned these last few weeks.  I have to preface this with the scene of me and mom back in June when I stayed with her...to please fill your recycle bin, truck and garbage can every week.  It looked like she heeded me...a little bit.  What we were this past 2 weeks and will be facing is a house and 2 garages where 2 senior citizens have lived in for 28 years, both depression era and post war sufferers.  Everything might have a use....SOME DAY.  Although not hoarders in the TV show sense...they couldn't just throw away the extra packets of ketchup that were placed in the bag.  That is why I DO NOT eat at fast food places...you not only come away with the caloric guilt but what to do with the 8 extra ketchup packets, salt, plastic wear and napkins?!!!

Although I have only been home for 3 days I have made 3 trips to Goodwill.  I have been cleaning my closets of all that doesn't fit, the style is old or has a stain on it...I have donated all my costume jewelry and only kept that which has value both monetary and sentimental.  And, I have viewed my house with the critical eye that someday my children will have to deal with our STUFF! And they will see that for some reason I owned 30 pairs of under panties when there are only 7 days in a week and 4 weeks in a month and I pretty much do a load of laundry on a regular bases.  oh by the way...Goodwill does not want undergarments.

That is not to say that I won't occasionally recycle something into my life just because I like it...and there will be no purging of the quilt room...I already had that moment and I love every single piece of fabric in there and have decided that fabric is my Achilles tendon and gives me JOY!!!

This tirade brings me to my photo of the day.  While down at mom's a delivery was made of a basket full of goodies from Connor's fiance Emily's parents in Portland, Oregon.  The goodies came in handy basket and I squealed with joy when I saw a BeeBop Biscotti which has a home base in our home town of Bend!  a piece of home...sigh...in the past when I have received gift baskets for whatever reason the basket is usually one of those mass produced ones made in some country on the other side of the world.  This basket was lovely.  Had wooden handles and so, I chose to bring it home with me as a reminder not only of the lovely gesture but to use.  This is not to be put in the same category as a gallon jar of ketchup packets.  As you can see I filled it with fall gourds and pumpkins and was a perfect center piece to my table.