Oh, Boy! WC 241

After many years, Sonia visits her mother. Sonia has some hard decisions to make.

Oh, Boy!

I haven’t been to my mother’s house in years—long story. But she’s getting up there and has a bit of dementia—so, here I am, the dutiful daughter to the rescue.

“This place is a mess!” I blurt as I force open the front door about eight inches. There is too much junk to open it all the way. “I can’t even open the blessed door!”

The look on my mother’s face tells me I have hurt her feelings. But it is a disaster! I’m usually more tactful, but I can’t contain myself. My mother is a hoarder! Oh joy! A memory-challenged, narcissistic hoarder.

“One person’s trash is another person’s treasure, Sonia!”

Oh boy!

“Mom, this looks dangerous. These treasures are stacked four feet high.”

“As soon as I can make room in my storage sheds, I’ll transfer things.”

Oh, boy!

“How many storage sheds do you have?”

“Three, all in the same facility, so that’s handy. I think I remember where it is.”

The smell of decay is overwhelming. A rat scurries by.

Oh, boy!

I maintain my position near the front door, teetering on piles of treasure, as I try to figure out what to do. I am an only child, and my father died years ago. I am not aware of any other relatives. Looks like this mess falls on my shoulders. Lucky me.

So, dear readers, do you have any suggestions on how I should handle this?