And it's two steps back...
Sep. 20th, 2012 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windtearSo my grandmother just moved out of her villa in the retirement village and into a room in the residential section. This is not a surprise to anyone, and really we were expecting it much earlier. The women of my family, on both sides, are tougher than granite.
But what this means is that she had to clear out her villa of everything that was hers. The rest of the family cherry-picked what they wanted and then decided (in their wisdom) that as I had recently set up housekeeping for myself, that I needed all the housewares. (It seems to be a trend now. Some piece of kitchenware you don't want? Give it to Raye. I rarely entertain and I'll never have kids, what do I need a set of six wooden eggcups for anyway?)
And so, after finally doing my own clear-out, I now have to go through all this stuff from Grandma. Some of it's good (yay placemats! yay doormats!), some of it's interestingly okay (apparently I come by my fondness for teacups with lids honestly), and some of it's WTF (why on earth do the family, who know I only drink coffee when either I need caffeine or some insane heathen has drunk all the tea and failed to replenish the supply but I need something, think I should have gotten Grandma's coffeemaker, I do not know. At least they included her huge jar of ground coffee).
I've already filled two big garbage bags, washed up three lots of crockery (because I have no idea what it was like at Grandma's house, and whether it stays here or is known to leave here, it shall be clean while it does), filled two big styrofoam boxes with stuff that I don't want that still seems perfectly serviceable (such as the previously-cited coffeemaker) so it's going to Lifeline, and massively increased my supply of pens. (Seriously, what is with my family and pens? It's like there isn't a writing implement in existence that we don't glom onto. Even oldfashioned quills. Don't get me started on the Saga of the Sealing Wax.)
So now the question is... what the hell do I do with all this coffee?
But what this means is that she had to clear out her villa of everything that was hers. The rest of the family cherry-picked what they wanted and then decided (in their wisdom) that as I had recently set up housekeeping for myself, that I needed all the housewares. (It seems to be a trend now. Some piece of kitchenware you don't want? Give it to Raye. I rarely entertain and I'll never have kids, what do I need a set of six wooden eggcups for anyway?)
And so, after finally doing my own clear-out, I now have to go through all this stuff from Grandma. Some of it's good (yay placemats! yay doormats!), some of it's interestingly okay (apparently I come by my fondness for teacups with lids honestly), and some of it's WTF (why on earth do the family, who know I only drink coffee when either I need caffeine or some insane heathen has drunk all the tea and failed to replenish the supply but I need something, think I should have gotten Grandma's coffeemaker, I do not know. At least they included her huge jar of ground coffee).
I've already filled two big garbage bags, washed up three lots of crockery (because I have no idea what it was like at Grandma's house, and whether it stays here or is known to leave here, it shall be clean while it does), filled two big styrofoam boxes with stuff that I don't want that still seems perfectly serviceable (such as the previously-cited coffeemaker) so it's going to Lifeline, and massively increased my supply of pens. (Seriously, what is with my family and pens? It's like there isn't a writing implement in existence that we don't glom onto. Even oldfashioned quills. Don't get me started on the Saga of the Sealing Wax.)
So now the question is... what the hell do I do with all this coffee?
