Aw, man. I brought a guy to Mom's to discuss clearing out the remaining flotsam.
Any flotsam Dave or I might want has long been claimed. This leaves a house full of spoons and occasional tables, rolling carts and picture frames, a living lesson on the difference between antique and vintage.
To take this step I had to admit, "Nothing in this house has value to me." I can't get past the other hoader hangup: surely this has value to someone else.
He gently rambled through the house, with runninng commentary."Well, that's a TV and VCR, but flat screens are so cheap now no one will buy it. And a VCR ... even poor people have DVD players now. But, is that a vaccuum cleaner? That's the best thing I've seen so far. That'll sell."
I heard myself doing the hoarder replay, "Dave got that Major Matt Mason doll because our father worked at NASA, but he never played with it." Luckily, I stopped myself there, but I could have given the whole Jerry / David reunion story.
I did not say, "Stop, we must stop, I'm feeling agitated." So I'm not a total hoarder. But, it made me sad to think that things Mom found so useful (like the toilet-plunger device she cobbled to help her brush her teeth) won't be used by others.