Thursday, May 16, 2019

In Which I have a Close Call

I've been putting in my time at work and then working on clearing out the hoarder's house in the evening. I'm beat, but we have gotten so much done. Tim hauled a dump truck load to the transfer station yesterday, and we filled that dump truck again today. But today, for the first time, I feel like we're making headway.

My friend, Deb and I worked hard today. We were on the second floor, and she began tossing old mouse damaged suitcases out the front window so that Tim could load them on the truck. We noticed neighbors watching in interest, so she bellowed out, "AND DON'T YOU COME BACK, EITHER!" Tim looked shocked, and I about fell on the floor laughing. Before it was done, Tim was laughing too.

We took up the carpets upstairs, and tossed them out the window too. The dust. Oh my gosh, you cannot imagine the dust. Years and years of dust. But now that those nasty carpets are out of there, I think the house will smell much better.

That's about all I got. I'm beat.

Funny/not funny story, on the way home from work yesterday, sitting at a red light, I caught a sudden glimpse of movement in the side mirror. A large branch fell from a tree, onto the car behind me, and blocked two lanes of traffic.


Ed said...

Wow on that last couple sentences. Hopefully nobody was hurt.

I had the pleasure of helping to clean out my great uncle's house and he was a hoarder. The only saving grace was that it was probably less than a 1000 square feet but it still took us almost a week and we filled many dump containers full of trash. We also hauled out his record collection which filled the floor of the largest U-Haul truck you can rent about three feet deep. That took several years to find new homes for.

Kelly said...

I'm laughing! :D

(but not about that last part...)

Bob said...

Anything worth keeping in the hoarder’s house?

Debby said...

A string of pearls, a Singer Sewing machine, unused, an ice cream maker still in the box, pyrex, lots of glassware. This might interest you. A chunk of concrete from the old Yankee stadium (if you want it, I'll send it to you. Has a very nice little identification/certification), a couple years of 1930 era Fortune magazines, a wicker doll carriage in mint condition, a cedar chest, a glass fronted secretary (which I've always wanted one), some old paintings we're still trying to identify, a Coleman camp stove still in the box, brand new, circa 1968, a set of German crystal, still in the box, a few examples of depression glass as well as some vintage '50 glass ware (remember the old silver ombre stuff? Got a matching punch bowl and a martini pitcher too). Probably more, but I can't think of it right now.

Debby said...

PS, Ed, nobody hurt. The car behind me was not hit with the 'butt' of the branch. That fell straight down in the other lane. But he got hit was the bushy end, which was, I imagine, pretty alarming.

jeanie said...


What fun going through a hoarders house though - double edged sword - one part of you would want to go "ooh" and "ah" while the other part just wants to clear the doggarned space.

There is a wormhole on facebook called "weird second-hand finds" - will fill that first void without the dust, no doubt.