As i mentioned previously, Mom is serious about uprooting – after almost 50 years in her home – and wants to move to “The Farm” with DQ and BJ. Plans are well underway and an offer made and accepted on a 15 acre plot of land in the country. i’m taking Friday off to drive to The Park and take Mom to meet with a probate attorney to lock down the best structure for the deal.
My excavations prior to moving were exhausting, but nothing compared to the amount of work required on Mom’s home*. DQ and Mom tackled one bedroom over the weekend. While i was finishing up moving The Girl to her new apartment, i received a photo text message from DQ:
TXT: This wuz under your dads mattress!
What a fabulous find! Dated 1976, this magazine was likely confiscated from my older brother, who had gotten divorced that year from his first wife, and had spent some time back at the ol’ homestead until he got back on his feet.
Somehow this made me deliriously happy! No idea why, but i asked DQ to hang onto it for me… Just a belated glimpse into my Dad’s world. And a big ol’ grin about a week before he would have turned 85…
* About 6 years ago, we launched a weekend ‘dig’ at Mom’s house. Three teams were working through the clutter. My sister, S, worked the spider-infested bedroom that used to be mine, my niece and her first husband worked the garage, and i was wearing leather gloves and waded through mouse turds and moldy cardboard boxes in the storage barn. At the end of the day, we hauled three truckloads of decent stuff to Goodwill, hauled another truckload to the dump, and burned a mountain of old cardboard boxes. Clearing out half of her garage was a major accomplishment. We have no idea how she did it, but within 6 months, the garage was full again, with only a small path around the periphery… this is world class pack-rattery…. and i told mom that it made no sense for us to clear it out if she was just going to keep buying shit.