Popular Post Lith Posted December 29, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted December 29, 2022 Earlier this year, my dad passed away. He and mom lived in South Florida. After several months, mom decided to sell the house and move closer to my family in Illinois. Around Thanksgiving, she gets an offer on house. Yesterday was closing. I flew down on Friday to help mom get ready for the move. For stuff mom did not want to take, the plan was first - Estate Sale which took place a week ago; Habitat for Humanity would accept donation of furntiure and kitchen items that did not sell. Then 1 800 Got Junk would get rid of anytning we could not sell or donate. Not sure anyone is actually gonna read this thread, but I need to vent. So here goes. Friday December 23: Arrive in South Florida. Despite major storm. in the midwest, and dozens of flight cancellations, I somehow got out about an hour late, but that was as good as I could expect. And probably the only thing that went well over the past 6 days. I get to mom's house around 11PM. I had asked her to make sure she has plenty of boxes, tape, bubble wrap, newspapers or some other type of packing paper. I look around the house and see nothing. She tells me she has boxes and newspaper in the garage. OK. I head into the garage and see boxes. 3 of them. Her friend Myrna went to buy boxes for her during the week at the UPS Store and thought they were too expensive, so she didn't buy any. Instead, she asked friends if they had any boxes lying around. She got 3, I have to pack up an entire 3 bedroom house. In two days. And I have 3 boxes. Next two days are Christmas Eve and Chrstmas Day. I have to figure out where to get packing materal and pack up a house. And the next two days are holidays. Saturday December 24: Have to find boxes and packing supplies. There is a UHaul store nearby. I drive over there. Store is closed, but I see a woman inside. I knock on the door. She tells me they are closed and she was just there to pick something up for a customer. I explain the situation and she lets me in and agrees to sell me boxes. She was a life saver. 25 boxes in the trunk, but htey have no packing supplies so I head over to UPS, they are open until 3PM, They have no packing paper, but I buy bubble wrap from them. Then head out to buy newspapers -- which is not nearly as easy as it used to be. 3 stops Bought 12 papers. Cost me over $40 for 12 freakin newspapers. After losing almost half a day trying to scrounge supplies, I get back to mom's house and spend the rest of the day packing while mom runs to Target to try to find more packing supplies. End of the day I have about 30 boxes packed and stacked up along her living room wall. Sunday, December 25: Garbage day. Dad was a pack rat. Kept every piece of paper since the 90s. Two file cabinets, couple of dozen binders in storage units in the garage. Desk drawers full of papers. Storage boxes with papers. Paper everywhere. Paid bills, receipts for stuff they bought 20 years ago. Closing papers for houses they sold in the 90s. Decades of bank statements and otehr financial records, Hand written notes. Birthday cards. Anniversary cards. Mom did not want to go through them until I got there - she would not know waht to keep. I have one day to figure out what needs to be kept and what is garbage -- a lot of files that should have been shredded, but mom's shredder sold in the Estate sale, and it would not have mattered as there was no time to shred everything. Just get them in trash bags and leave them in the garage for the junk guys who were coming Tuesday. Monday December 26. Donation Day. Habitat for Humanity shows up and refuses to take the king size bed. Or the queen size bed. Or the couch. Or the love seat. Or the office furntiure. Or the bookcases. If they don't think it can sell at their thrift shop, they don't take it. I had provided a list of items to dispatch. You would think they would tell me what they could accept or not, at least give me some sort of guidance. They did take boxed ktichen stuff and some furniture: dressers, end tables, lamps, artwork, etc. But the house is selling in about 36 hours and I still have a house full of sh*t. I call Got Junk and let them know we have a ton of stuff. Way more than I expected. Our cousin suggests burning the mattresses and the wood furniture. I am not sure if he is joking. If all else fails, I guess it is an option, albeit not a very good one. Tuesday December 27. Moving day. 1 800 Got Junk shows up bright and early. Two of the nicest guys you could ever meet. I could have done without the visuals of the bigger guys butt crack, but aside from that, they were great. They worked hard. Worked quickly. If they came across anything in the junk piles they tought might have values sentimental or otherwise, they checked with us. Filled up two trucks with stuff. So sad to see a lifetime of accumulated personal items end up in the back of a Got Junk truck, but I didn't know of any other option. Except maybe the bonfire. The guys clean out the garage, the bags full with papers and all the donation items that were not taken. Mover shows up just as the junk guys are leaving. Mover packs up everything that is left and is done by 3PM. 30 minutes to spare. House is completely empty, we do some light cleaning and we head out. Buyer is doing her final walkthrough at 3:30. Mom and I get on the road and start the day and a half drive to Illinois. About 15 miles oustide of Gainesville, traffic stops (why does it have to be Gainesville, I hate that f**kin place). We sit on the road for about 2 hours. Barely moving. We eventuallly get to the burnt out hull of a tractor trailer with its load spread across the highway. One lane open to get past the mess. Get to our hotel in Georgia around midnight. 2 hours later than expected. Wednesday December 28th. Travel day. About 13 hours of driving ahead of us, at least that is what I thought.. Realtor confirms that the house sold. We get through Atlanta late morning with little traffic, but run into another major accident just south of Chattanooga. Finally get passed it and start mving until we get to Nashville. Not quite as bad as Gainesville, but pretty bad. A guy hit a deer. During rush hour. The guy seemed to fare pretty well, but I can't say the same for the deer, which was lying dead in the middle or the road. Lost another hour. Start moving again, but not for long. Road closure due to construction. GPS routed us aroound it, but more time lost to traffic. Shortly thereafter we crossed into Kentucky and things opened up. The only positive sign out of all of this was early Wednesday evening as we crossed into Kentucky. After the truck fire, deer collision and road closures. We pass by Bowling Green, KY. Home of Western Kentucky University. Yup where Mike White played his college ball. And all of a sudden the drive got easier. Traffic eased and we made it home. That has to have been some sort of sign. Right? Oh yeah, if you made it this far, Happy Holidays to my Jet Nation brothers and sisters. 4 4 6 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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