So by now, most of you know we were up in Seattle on Friday and Saturday to help my Mom clean out her garage.
Brian & I build her shelves (mostly Brian) and I went through as much of her stuff as possible within our allotted 24 hours to help her decide what to keep and what to throw out. Poor Mom… Renee & Helen had really helped clutter up.
Let me show you pictures:


Let me tell you what this is compiled of:
- 1/2 is my Mom’s stuff. Half of HER boxes in here have moved with her from house to house the last 25 years (6 large boxes of unused yarn, 4 boxes of unused fabric, an unopened, unused record player… seriously!). The other half were EMPTY boxes she was keeping for who knows what. She said she thought she would NEED them for something.
- 3/8 is Renee’s stuff. Renee pretty much moved her WHOLE apartment into my Mom’s house about 8 years ago and hasn’t come back to sort since. It’s difficult though… she lives in L.A., so how is she supposed to do clean? However… in the times she DOES visit, she doesn’t sort either. She’s a bit of a hoarder, like my Mom. Fortunately, Nae gave me permission to go through her stuff and dump/donate/recycle according to my discretion.
- 1/8 is Helen’s stuff. Helen has actually MOSTLY cleaned out her room and sorts through her stuff every time she come home


Brian hung shelves with chain, plywood and screws. We hung off the ends of them to make sure they were strong enough. It held 200 lbs. PER chain, so I think we’re good.
While Brian was building… and taking 14 million trips to Home Depot (seriously… WHY CAN’T YOU PLAN ACCORDINGLY SO YOU ONLY MAKE ONE TRIP???)… I went through my mom’s stuff. Here are SOME of the goodies I found:

400 pairs of shoes (this was only ONE shoe rack). There were MANY more shoe racks around the garage. A Coleman camp stove. Mom doesn’t camp.

WHAT THE??? This one made me scream out loud. I looked in the bag and saw this decapitated doll with blinky eyes, and another baby doll wrapped up in plastic to the right. Admit it… you screamed when you saw this pic too!


These pictures are of ALL the boxes and bags we found in the garage. We broke them down so we could FINALLY dispose of it all. My mom has multiple weeks of loading up her recycling bin. Oh… and there’s a barbeque grill to the left of all this. Mom doesn’t barbeque.
We arrived Friday afternoon and left on Saturday night. Here’s how we left in on Saturday night:

Look!!! You can see the garage floor

This is the RIGHT side of the garage. Shelves are up. Everything you see in the RIGHT half of the picture are things that need to be donated or given to family members. Hopefully, that will all be cleared out the next time I’m up there.

This whole side of the garage could LITERALLY be filed in 4 catagories: (1) Recycling. (2) Renee’s stuff (3) Helen’s Stuff (4) Things that still need sorting. I couldn’t get through all of it in time.
Here’s another picture:

Far LEFT is recycling. Shelf #1 on the left is ALL Renee’s stuff. The dresser is Nae’s too… and it’s placed in front of MORE of Renee’s boxes. Shelf #2 – top half is Helen’s stuff. Bottom half is Mom’s gardening stuff. Mom doesn’t have a garden. Shelf #3 is stuff that still needs to be sorted. Shelf #4 – Household items (lightbulbs, paintcans, etc.) and a couple of boxes full of my Dad’s old stuff. Yes… that’s a rocking chair and TWIN fertilizing thing-a-ma-jiggies. Mom has no lawn.
I wasn’t totally faultless either. Here’s a picture of the stuff I left at my Mom’s house:

Yeah… ONE POINT FIVE boxes were mine. I shared one with Renee.
I write all of this with a light heart. It was actually sort of fun to do… though tiring. I LOVE my Mom and want to help her with things like this. Things that help her live easier. She deserves to sit back and enjoy life a bit now.
After I was done though, I DID write my sisters an email titled, “You Guys Owe Me!” and ended the email with, “You Guys SUCK!” Both returned emails to me with LAUGHTER in the body of the text.
Nice.
I’ll head back up in a few weeks to help sort the remaining boxes. I’m pretty sure that even though my Mom said she would sort through stuff, she probably won’t. I DID donate a few things my Mom had a difficult time parting with. One whole car trip was full of bags and boxes I didn’t ask permission to donate. Sorry, Mom… I’m sure you won’t miss it. And if you do… I’ll buy you a new one.
So, tell me… what have YOU done in the name of LOVE?