Time To Move On
Since it's almost one year that my Mom died, I have realized that its time I tackle emptying out her bedroom. It's a beautiful room on the main floor of our house and some day it will become our bedroom, just not yet. Now some things have been taken out such as her mechanical reclining chair which I gave to a neighbour, and some of the photos on the walls but generally speaking, it's still pretty much the way she left it on that last day.
It's not that I haven't tried mind you, every once in a while I will take something out of the cupboards and put in a box and about half hour later I will go back in there and take it out and put it back on the shelf. My offspring did try to put some stuff away last year after the funeral but stopped when I had a meltdown. Most of the stuff he packed up I have since unpacked again. I think I have been living in a state of denial, in fact I know I have. I keep thinking she's coming home but of course that's foolish.
I also have all kinds of boxes in the basement filled with her treasures that she couldn't part with when she moved in with us. When she was still mobile, she'd come down to the basement once in a while and ask me to open a box to see what was in it. She'd always find one single thing and insist it had to come to her room with her. I always indulged her and when she wasn't looking take something else away. It wasn't a huge room, only about 300 square feet so space was at a premium.
It's time to claim this space as mine so I'm going to be very diligent in the next little while packing things up to send to Goodwill and some other stuff will go to a garage sale. My sweetie also has a garage full of stuff that needs to go and there is definitely some furniture in house I wouldn't mind seeing end of. So I'm going to be a bit busy for a while.
At the same it's tax time for us and being the slob that I am I have a whole years receipts, bills, contracts etc. to fix for the accountant. The appointment is fast creeping up on us so I'm up to my armpits in paper, grrr. If I could just learn to use Microsoft Excel and do my husbands invoices at the end of every job I wouldn't have to go through this every year. I'm going to have to make a concerted effort to learn it. I also have to prepare my Mom's final tax return and that's a bit more traumatic.
So that's my boring life, just paperwork and knitting...