Both of us are still coughing and hacking away. We are pretty miserable. Going to try to make it home today, but I can’t guarantee that we’ll make it that far. We have less than 500 miles to go, so it is possible.
Last night I posted here and was in bed at 8. No dinner, no drinks. I woke up promptly at 12 and had a tough time sleeping again. Did I mention that I’m miserable?
Found the key to the mystery box. ML told me and the lawyer that there was only 8 boxes, so when I found 8 keys, I stopped looking for keys. The key was where it belonged, just under some paper. Will check on Thursday what is in this box.
Found other stuff in the condo including a ring that other family members were curious about. Big diamond.
Today is a patient conference at the rehab center. Should only take about 15 minutes and then we’ll stop in and see ML.
ML has the flu and has been isolated from the general population. OR they SAY she has the flu, but they really isolated her because she bit another patient.
Just my thinking.
Going back to the condo to see if we can find another safe deposit box key. The bank swears she has another box, but her records show that that the box in question was closed out. We may have to have that box drilled out.
The boxes that we did empty contained mostly papers, family records of various sorts. Birth and death records, diplomas, deeds of properties long sold, insurance documents from 1937 on, a few old pictures, tax records, and similar shit. There was some jewelry, but nowhere near the 7 boxes of jewelry that ML claimed. If you remember, the story was 1 box of paperwork and 7 boxes of jewelry. Not.
Nina and my mom spent a half hour going through the stuff and Mom was unimpressed over the haul.
Maybe the above mentioned mystery box will hold the rest of the hoard?
Went to dinner with one of my moderators and her b/f. Nice night out and I enjoyed meeting her.
The trailer is almost completely loaded. Just enough room for soft packing, clothes and the like for her once she’s in NM. We’ll pack them in trash bags rather than luggage so they fill the voids nicely and the clothing will be washed once we get it home.
I am amazed at the capacity of that little trailer and I don’t regret buying it. We’ve used it for hauling product from Sam’s Club and other local trips for store supplies or repair materials.
We meet with the lawyer today and then head to the banks, all 5 of them. Bringing a few of the cloth bags that people use for shopping and stuff. Fun and games I’m sure.
Old classic books. Byron, Keats, Tolstoy, and the rest.
Knick-Knacks that Nina has to take home.
More jewelry of questionable worth.
Lots of trash. Lots.
That woman feels that she is not a hoarder. Hoarders collect junk, her stuff ain’t junk. She has notes all over the place, notes that have no real purpose other than to write shit down. I think she’s been loopy for many more years than we were aware of.
Tori is telling Erin that we’re in Chicago adopting another old person. Erin was curious if she’d be in a stroller too. After a few minutes, she asked Tori if Old Beppe, my mom, would be adopted too? Mom, you interested?
Well, we finally got into the bathroom. Nothing much to save here, so we started bagging the trash, and there was a lot of trash, and placed it in the “cleaned” kitchen. See picture below.
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