This morning I finished cleaning out my Mother's back bedroom. This was the bedroom she used for storage. I cleaned it out once before about five years ago. I didn't think I would be cleaning it out again but since my Mother is not returning to her long time home from where she lives now with my brother John in South Carolina, my brothers and I thought it best to start cleaning out her house.
John and Isaac cleaned out her bedroom and our Pop's bedroom last week. They started to cleanout the Back Bedroom (as my Mother always called it), but once John pryed the door open, he just didn't want to tackle that hoarder's dream room.
Since Friday I've been cleaning out that room. This morning I pushed myself to the limit to get the room done before my Isaac returns from visiting Mom in South Carolina. He and his son (who is driving) should be here about 4 this afternoon. It is an 11 hour drive from Greenville, South Carolina to Downingtown, PA. Isaac and Ikey (my brother is a Jr. and his son is a III) left Greenville in the early morning hours. I called him on my cell phone about 10 o'clock. He and Ikey were in North Carolina. I know he's anxious to get home. I'm anxious to get to my home in Delaware. Bill tells me his misses me (sure, I bet.) No, he said he really does.
After taking another large black trash bag out the garage, I got in my Subaru and drove down to the post office. I found a box throw blanket that my Mother never used so I thought I would mail it to her. I put in some of her initialed stationery too because she has said she can't get out to buy any note paper to send people notes.
My next stop after the post office was to Wegmans. I had to stock up on their delicious whole wheat pita bread. This is the kind of exclusive grocery sore products I don't see in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. I stuff that pita bread with my homemade chicken salad and I have the best lunch money can buy. I also picked up some items for my upcoming family reunion on May 16th. I'll leave those items here since I'm coming back in a few weeks.
Now it is time for my first nap since I've got here last Wednesday. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror this morning and I do not look pretty due to my lack of sleep. I have one of those faces that when I'm tired, it shows. In fact I look terrible when I am tired.
By the time I awaken around 4 this afternoon, Ike should be back. Maybe we will go to Hosses' for dinner (I haven't had a good chargrilled hamburger and fries for weeks!) and discuss his trip. He told me on the phone this morning that Mom tried to come back with him and Ikey. We can't let her do that, she's too weak. She would never survive the trip. It's a shame she can't go back to her longtime home but she is being taken care of very well where she is not. My brother John is the care pastor of his church so taking care of an elderly person, in this case his mother, is something for which he has almost thirty years of experience.
Time for my nap now. When I get home I will have loads of pictures to share. For now I'm showing my Mom's house and the road home for me tomorrow. I can go either way out of my Mother's driveway. Right of left, they both take me home. Then I tackle the real job, my hoard.