Tomorrow the physical therapist that has been very pushy about Dear Hubby’s mother going into a nursing home and someone else from the damned place are both going to follow DH over to his mother’s house.  He’ll be driving his mother over there so she can attempt to get around her house in front of them.

     Yesterday, my doctor medicated the hell out of me and told me to rest.  So what did we do today?  My best friend G, DH, and I went over to his mother’s to clear the decks and make the house presentable.  To say my MIL is a hoarder is putting it mildly.  We worked for over six hours removing clutter, crap of the junk sort, a ton of trash, and cleaned as best we could.  I cleared out the one bedroom where her stackable washer and dryer reside.  There was a pathway to them from the door.  The crap was piled at least waist high.  Now you can see the entire floor and what I left in the room is neatly stacked on shelves. 

     G and DH worked on the living room and MIL’s bedroom and it took them six hours to make the rooms presentable.  We barely had time to work on the kitchen but did make a dent in the clutter there. 

     The woman is going to kill us.  I can hear her screaming now, “where’s all my stuff?” 

     We did not work on the third bedroom.  That room will be another whole project one of these days.  Hell, we took one look in there and shut the door.  The crap is almost to the ceiling.  We were exhausted. 

     My garden news:  When we finally arrived home, we saw ducks in our pond!  The pair of mallards hung around for several hours.  Like a kid, I went out and fed them some bread, which they ever so eagerly accepted.  I was hoping they’d stay but right at sunset, they took off.  Maybe they’ll come back for more bread one day.