Documenting our frustrations and triumphs as we clean up after a compulsive hoarder, our dad. He saved forty years worth of junk including old cars, piles of lumber, refrigerator drawers full of rusty bolts, bent nails, shingles, transmissions, broken power tools, &c., &c., &c.; so basically we grew up in a junkyard. At one point there were 78 cars on this acre and a half (residential) lot.
So there will probably be some venting. If you are a hoarder, or sympathetic to hoarders, you will want to avoid this place. You will certainly want to avoid leaving hoarder-sympathetic comments. At any rate we'll make it easy for you: we'll delete any such comments promptly, because this is meant to be a safe space for the children of hoarders.
About Our Authors
Thalia and Tara grew up in this place. It kind of sucked. Since our father went in a nursing home and could no longer prevent us, we've started to clean the place up (he has since died). It's not much fun, honestly.
Well here's one way to deal with it all: make art.
I put this one together last night from a picture I took of a bunch of rusty bolts, the same one I used for the repeating background. We have thrown away I'd guess thousands of these already, and I imagine there are still thousands more.
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I am in the process of cleaning, tidying and organizing after the hoarder that lives here (no, honest, the hoarder isn't me). As I am sure you are aware, the rusty rusted rust accumulates EVERYWHERE and among it all there are nuts, bolts, nails and unidentifiable "thingies". I had been considering the weight of all those small items and had been giving thought to throwing them in a container as I find them and then taking them to the scrapyard to see the weight, not to mention a few cents worth of gas money.
1 comment:
I am in the process of cleaning, tidying and organizing after the hoarder that lives here (no, honest, the hoarder isn't me). As I am sure you are aware, the rusty rusted rust accumulates EVERYWHERE and among it all there are nuts, bolts, nails and unidentifiable "thingies". I had been considering the weight of all those small items and had been giving thought to throwing them in a container as I find them and then taking them to the scrapyard to see the weight, not to mention a few cents worth of gas money.
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