Yard sale girls, trying to make their own money. So far, they've hit up all the relatives going by, but, hey, they're trying and working. Plus, it keeps them outside and out of my hair. They picked it all up yesterday like champs, so I told them they could do it again today. They've made a buck or two. Aunt BF keeps buying them lunch from McD's too for working so hard. Don't think I don't appreciate that. I do. I still don't like her, but, I can make sure they say thank you and mean it.
Anyhow, the other grandson that lived there, I'll just call him cousin Coat, because it's June and hot and he's still wearing three shirts and a coat. I have no clue. No one over there wants cousin Coat. I feel so damn sorry for him, but, I understand it. He has real problems. My mother offered to take him in. He can live in my brothers old room. We, me, I use it for storage now. But, it means, I have to get all my shit out of there. It's all holiday shit I've collected for decades and I don't want to lose it. Mostly Halloween, as you can imagine. It's all carefully wrapped in plastic if it's valuable or precious, because..cats. Well, the old lady says, get it out, but, she thinks I can just do it on one minute like I used to!! Fuck me!! She still thinks she can lay down the law and I'll jump like I'm twelve. But, I can't work like that anymore. So, I got Lissa to help me and we worked our ass's off yesterday moving boxes. Some of them were heavy. Plus, that old lady wouldn't turn on the AC! She fucking thinks if it's 75 degrees and SHE is sitting on her ass, it's chilly. I could have killed her. I was sweating in places you don't even want to know about. This isn't all of my crap. I filled my shed up too with the things that could go outside, like artificial trees, box after box of lights, and outdoor garland and shit. This is all boxes of good stuff or antique holiday stuff. She was gonna throw it out if I didn't move it right now!! Crazy old broad. She'll piss on a box of 100 year old nice stuff and save stupid shit from the 80's! I tell you, she's fucking nuts. Joey is going to help me get it out of her piano room today and move it to the other house..the one I'm buying. I'm so glad I have a place to store this stuff. One of the bedrooms will work fine for that now.
So, cousin Coat spent his first night in Tuwella's jail cell last night. It smelled so bad of cat piss, I gagged. I went and bought tons of sprays and liquids, but, fuck, it was bad and entire bottles barely helped. But, I hate to say this..cousin Coat smelled almost as bad. There is something wrong with him big time. He's helpless, I even had to make his bed and find him bedding because he didn't have a clue. He was going to sleep on an old bare box spring laying on the nasty floor!! Gawd! He owns nothing but what he's wearing and a plastic bag with two pairs of socks in it. He gets a disability check, so he can pay the old lady a little bit of rent, which is fair. But, I swear to the universe, he is helpless. You have to tell him when to take a shower. (Like, now!) And when to eat! I don't know why his jesus preaching parents don't take him in. Probably because he's a bad alcoholic. Jesus don't like beer, I guess. Hypocrites. He's a young guy, by the way, not some old dude. It's fucking sad and I feel sorry for him. But, I'm glad he doesn't live with me. He thought that back room of hers was just fine and my mouth fell open. I wouldn't spend one night back there in that dark nasty hole for anything. I told him I'd help him more with it today, but, he took off to go get drunk. Fine with me, my clothes smelled bad after working back there yesterday. It's a hell of a deal, and you guys wouldn't believe how bad and ghetto it is. This is Guntown. I try and explain it on here, but, man, I know it's hard for you to understand. People live in shit here, but, cousin Coat in Tuwella's back room? That's a new low for anybody.
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I read it all, and I really do think it's all interesting (truly and without fail!), and I do get a mental image of what you are writing about (and I lived with some largely incontinent cats---at the end of their lives), so I can almost smell it. I just don't always know what to say. I feel bad for cousin Coat. To be young and in that spot is sad. I'm glad that he has a place to stay, and that it's not your place, though.
Christina
Actually, now that I am looking at the last few pictures a little more closely, they look a lot like our back room and office. We have a lot of stuff that just got shoved aside when my mom was so sick. I am finding it hard to get things back in any kind of order. I really do appreciate what hard work that was to get things moved.
Currently I am trying to sort through my mom's things with my sister, in preparation for a big yard sale in a couple of weeks. It's not only physically difficult, but really stressful, too.
Christina
Christina, the cat she had living back there was a stray who was weird and anti-social. He was house trained though. It was his overflowing litter box that stank up the hallway. The carpet is being ripped out today, but, I think that smell is forever. But, at least he never pissed on any boxes. We finally found the poor thing a home with very patient people. They think they can change him. Good fucking luck. He was mentally damaged. We had him neuterd and shots though. And I got rid of his fleas. Which was a real job, since he wouldn't willingly come near anyone or any other animal. This rescue shit is a pain in my ass.
PS.. Coat is a real weirdo, that's a fact. But, he's sweet, child like and loves kitties and puppies. Him and my mother will get along fine.
Christina, I feel for you man, it's hard work. Hopefully you'll make a few bucks. I'm shocked at what people tell me they make at yard sales. It's too much work and mess for me. I have enough to do around this lunatic palace.
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