My 95 y.o. mom just went to assisted living, so my sibs and I are clearing out her house. The first stage was just awful, as she’d become inundated with junk mail – feet-deep piles of it on every surface of the house. We filled 25 large trash bags, a pickup-truck load, of junk mail. There was also years-old food in the fridge and cupboards – she was sending all her money to the people sending the junk mail, rather than paying her bills or eating. I’ve adopted the Swedes philosophy – toss your own crap so your heirs don’t have to.
I was Katy. My parents thought I’d outgrow a pony, so I started asking for a horse. I was 14 when I finally wore them down. Don’t give up, Katy! Keep nagging!
If only mine had been donating to charity… it was all going to a billionaire who wants to be president again. None of it was even tax deductible.