They Came. Then Wente!

… Taking with them a six foot long side table, a vanity/bureau with mirror and a dozen boxes.

They’d read my blog.

So she set up the boxes in the back of her car and said, “Here. Take THIS picture.  Then you can write…”

And so I have.

It was a beautiful healing time.


And the Good News Is…

This is the sequel to yesterday’s post: Setting Limits

Dear American Declutterer,

Your message, sensitivity and patience is much appreciated.  Knowing my brother-in-law has found such a loving supportive wife is comforting to us.

You two have done more than expected in a situation like this.  We should have taken care of things long ago.  I’m very sorry.

We will come pick up the items you still have.

We are looking forward to meeting you

Election Day, 2016

Our moonlighting house painter was exhausted by the time he finished squeezing the work he did for us into his dwindling free time.  It took him three months while he dovetailed painting our house with the increasing demands of his primary job and dodged inconveniently timed rainstorms.

But in the end, he left behind this unsightly pile of used paint buckets grumpily grumbling to my husband, “If you make me take these, I’ll have to charge you for the dump fee.”  I was not happy when I discovered this mess and the story of his parting words.

But irritated as we were, we quickly figured out that we could add those buckets to a stash of broken useless stuff we’d been assembling for our own trip to the dump — one of the two free loads we get to discard each year.

And tonight.  Tonight, given the appalling triumph of institutionalized mean-spiritedness against the weakest among us we have just witnessed, I must start building the counter-revolution by forgiving our house painter.

In the end no harm was done, buddy.  You are a really good painter and our house looks wonderful.