I would volunteer to go to Barbados and help separate the orders if that becomes an option...

Ask for Trinidad, accept Barbados.

My half-ass plan to deal with her is to walk to her house every morning this summer, as I have in the past, and stop in for a water break before walking back home. 1-1/2 miles each way. I've done this in the past as my morning exercise, and she is always delighted to see me. That way when I can't manage to get to the sink to get water, or a cup from the cabinets, maybe there will be an opening to offer to help organize. We can't bring it up ourselves, but I figure if I am there a lot she might say something and I can offer help. It is tricky. I wasn't there last summer so it has been a couple years.

Every hoarder I've ever known is a tireless junk defender. Like the stuff is far more valuable and important than the interfering thieves who might take some of it.

Important news flash: I don't want your stuff. I can get my own.

-t is me wrt hoarders.

Good plan, Fred Pete, I will take that under advisement.

I hope that works out, Laura.

I am hardly an expert based on watching a TV show, but what the doctors on the show usually say is that the stuff has to do with control. For example, a woman's husband left her, and it was devastating, so now she gets a sense of control in her life from holding onto those things.

The really tragic ones, to me, are those with parents who did shit like literally burn their kids' stuff in front of them. The kids grow up to be adults who desperately cling to their stuff.

I'm trying not to own so much stuff I need extra storage, except for seasonal things and packing boxes. I have so many I can't see them, I edit the collection.

The really tragic ones, to me, are those with parents who did shit like literally burn their kids' stuff in front of them. The kids grow up to be adults who desperately cling to their stuff.

Hubby was raised military, they moved every couple of years, and all his stuff had to go into one packing crate. Everything else was dumped. When he stopped moving around, he didn't know how to get rid of stuff voluntarily, and he was just so happy to have a place to stay.

I was reading reviews of my apartment complex. Someone was complaining abut the noise of the helicopters and the sirens going past all the time. To the hospital that is directly across the street. That you can't fail to notice when you pull in.

Periodically we get people in Lindburgh Field's flight path who make the news with complaints about the noise of the planes and want flight paths changed. I get so irritated. They can't pretend they didn't know that's where the flight path was, but they want to foist it off on people who didn't sign up for it.

"You knew the farm with the smelly cows and the frequent large family get-togethers with all the kids on go-karts every Sunday, or the rifle range, or the airport runway was there when you bought the pretty McMansion in the new McMansion development, named after the Century-old oaks they bulldozed to build it, was there when you toured the open house. Caveat emptor."