So I’ve found a bonding point with my mother; vegetables. Who would have known, right? She planted 9 cucumber plants earlier in the summer and they have been sprouting everywhere! Unfortunately she isn’t very diligent about picking them immediately, so we’ve had some pretty large cucumbers which are harder to pickle. Yes, we have so many; I decided to start pickling them. Why would one person plants 9 cucumber plants you ask? Well last year she only planted about 2 and she claimed she only got one or two cucumbers out of them, so she didn’t want to be disappointed again this year. The weather was perfect for growing them this summer, so they took off. I normally take a walk to the garden with my mother when I first get to the house. I feel like this breaks the ice a bit and makes my mother ease up a bit more. That means less tension between us, which is always good!!
I was pleasantly surprised as I walked in my house because my mother actually had two bags of newspapers packed and ready to go. She also had another bag of papers ready for me. Unfortunately, this was a bag she took away from me when I was there last week. She claimed that she “had to go through them”. I’m not sure what she took out of the bag, but I’m guessing half of the contents are now on one of the piles downstairs. When walking into the attic room, it’s always hard to actually get into the room because there are a few boxes of papers located behind the door. I can only open it half way, which makes it harder taking things out since I can barely fit myself through the door. When I had first looked into some of the boxes behind the door, there seemed to be a lot of bills and old bank statements. These are too much work to go through and my mom is really touchy with throwing these sorts of things away. Therefore I had put them aside for another day.
Well, today is that day! I decided to go through one of the larger boxes which was sitting on the side. I really had no clue what I might find but was happy that most of it ended up being junk mail. Why would someone save junk mail you ask? I have no clue, but the mail was still in their envelopes and she wrote on each envelope to identify what they were. These were mostly for museum memberships, auto insurance, and other random offers. Obviously the whole box was easy to throw away since everything was from about 20 yrs ago. Of course my mother freaked out when she saw that I was throwing them away. She tried to make some excuse about needing them. I smiled at her, nodded, and continued to throw the envelopes away.
After going through the junk mail, I decided to tackle one more box before I left. I ended up finding my school papers from 5th grade. Yup, 5th grade, that was almost 20 years ago. Most people would probably love to find some of their old papers from school. I could see this, but trust me, it gets old quickly. I have to say it was actually fun going through some of my old papers. Then there are more papers and more papers. It’s nice to see one or two book reports, but it gets old quick after you go thorough every paper you ever submitted from the entire school year. It was time for them to go! I was never a good student anyways. Therefore there is no need to re-live my sub-par work more than once!!
In addition to the papers, I was able to pick up an old car vacuum. My mother though it might still work. There is always an excuse for hoarders, so I had her take it out to the cars and test it. Thank goodness it didn’t work because she wouldn’t have used it anyways. There was also an old children’s shopping cart of mine that had been sitting in the hallway since I started this process. The plastic is so old it’s pretty much fallen to pieces. My mother had put it aside for my dad to fix, but that obviously never happened. I finally looked at it today and convinced her it was time to go. She was happy because we have pictures of me using it when I was younger and that seemed suitable enough. Was that my mother using a bit of common sense? Shocking!!
*The additional toys and items were from my mother’s classroom when she was a kindergarten teacher.