There won’t be further posts here until Tuesday (maybe Wednesday) due to the fact that Jurate’s Big Sis arrives tomorrow with a “professional organizer” to deal with Jurate’s stuff over the next two (maybe three) days, and I will be involved to make sure they leave the right things and don’t take the wrong things.
UPDATE: SUNDAY EVENING: It’s going faster than expected. One room left to clear tomorrow and remove some more furniture and it’s cleared out. I’m looking forward to being able to organize things the way I want, with no discussion/disagreements involved.
The good news is, sis finally agreed to leaving all the cookbooks and art books to take over to the local library Jurate loved, and let them sell them to other people who will love the books. The last time Jurate went to the library sale, she came home and said that would have to be the last, since she had almost fallen twice in the crowd. Then she said she wanted the books to go back there so they could go to others.
Fingers crossed for you.
Possibly a funny story: After my Grandma Wollberg passed, her two daughters, my Auntie Anne and Auntie Jo, and my mom went to Grandma’s apartment to clear out clothes and keepsakes, etc., before turning over the keys to the landlord. While cleaning out the apartment they came across lots of duplicate food stuffs and cleaning products in the kitchen, such as multiple boxes of oatmeal, and bottles of dish soap, and the like. They thought, “Poor thing, she must have been getting a bit touched in the head. She couldn’t remember what she had bought.”
The following month my mom was shopping, as usual, and of course couponing and shopping the sales. She’s unpacking the groceries and putting away multiple boxes of stuff she had bought on sale. And all of a sudden she stops, takes a long look at the groceries on the counter, turns to my dad, and says, “When I die, be sure to get rid of any duplicates before you let Anne or Jo get into this kitchen!”