Mum is a wall. A huge brick wall.
It is colder now, snow is not forecast, but it is eminent. We’ve not put mum’s car in the garage for years. I’d like to. It is a double car garage. The stacks of totes in there are a bit daunting. A friend offered the help of herself and her husband to rearrange stuff to make space for the rig. I went talked to mum about this proposition and she agreed it was a good idea. Except, she needs to be able to go through the totes when she gets time, to empty them out. (WTF!) She’d not mind if they were brought into the house for her to work on. She also would like things arranged so she’ll be able to reach things she’s been looking for. She has quite a few boxes of books and craft materials stashed outside, she’d like to be able to use them.
So, we are not moving anything today. Probably not for a long time, if ever. The only reason those totes are IN the garage is because the rooms were cleaned out when she wasn’t there. She was very put out about it, but it was done. Now, she’s ‘better’ and in the vicinity of the garage, so she can work. Not that she could do anything during the summer, she had too many health issues then. There is no way I’ll put any of those in the house. (adding photos from previous post to refresh memories) They are large and heavy and there isn’t any room.
This afternoon, I’ll go out to the garage and pull the totes from their stacked position, arrange them on the floor, then she can go out there at her leisure (generally when I’m not home) to go through them. Bringing more stuff inside and filling up the few moderately empty spaces there are.
Meanwhile, I am going to go back to sleep. Into the oblivion of a clutter free rest where snow can fall and cover gently.
Although, I’ve had some pretty bizarre dreams lately and they have NOT been entirely restful! Most have been scary, or startling, or even absolutely ridiculous.