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Carol H Tucker
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the Disaster Area
Today is the 3rd day of the 3rd month and the 63rd day of 2016, with 303 days remaining in the year. It is also: - 33 Flavors Day
- I Want You to be Happy Day
- National Anthem Day
- National Cold Cuts Day
- National Mulled Wine Day
- Peach Blossom Day
- Princess Day
- What if Cats and Dogs Had Opposable Thumbs Day
- International Ear Care Day
- World Book Day
- World Wildlife Day
Thanks to Facebook’s “on this day” feature, I realized that today was the birth of the Disaster Area as the empty third bedroom in my apartment filled up with boxes and bags. It was a complicated arrangement -- I had packed up all of my mother's things here in the apartment, and everything was stacked in the living room with her furniture. Coordinating with Margaret, my mother's cousin's wife who did so much for her, I had the items carefully divided between what was to go to her at the assisted living place and what was going to need to go to her in storage. But first, I had to meet the same movers to empty out our storage bin of my mother’s and my things. What was in my part of the storage bin? Basically I had lived in an apartment for 22 years with very little storage, so there were things like: all the Christmas ornaments and the artificial tree, boxes of crafts that I was going to do someday, all of my records from work when I lost my office and just other assorted stuff. I have no idea what was in those boxes from my mother.
So the movers had to separate my mother’s things, to take with them into storage, and deliver my things to the apartment, first taking my mother's furniture out of the master bedroom and then the things from storage that were mine could be placed in the now empty third bedroom, piling boxes and bags everywhere. After that, they loaded all of my mother’s things, and headed off to deliver to
At the end of the day, I had a completely empty living room, a new bedroom arrangement, and a Disaster Area. The Disaster Area moved with me in 2009 when I downsized, and I have been either ignoring it or trying to get it under control ever since.
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