We had grand plans of clearing out both bedrooms in BK's grandma's house today (and thought the bathroom might be doable, too), but all that several hours of work yielded on a 100-degree day in that dusty home is a horrible, awful mess, in one room. The other rooms are still untouched. To the untrained eye, it looks like we pulled everything out of the drawers and closet and piled them on the floor. Which is basically what we did. But! There is some organization to the piles. There's the Donate pile, the Trash pile, the Keep pile and the I'm-not-sure-what-to-do-with-this pile. What does one do with one's deceased mother's baby shoes? What about old, fancy hats? Silky scarves?
It's a terribly overwhelming task that our realtor downplayed in a huge way. He made it sound simple. Organize piles in the garage, he said. Clear out the house by mid-September to take advantage of a slight bump expected in the market, he said. This will not happen. Physically and emotionally, we're unable to conquer this mountain in two weeks. The market will do what it does, and as I've often said, Jimmy crack corn, and we don't care.