“Here honey, I left this for you to clean up! I love you, Mom.”
Somebody is going to have to come and clean up after me, sooner or later. Perhaps it’s after I die in my bed. Perhaps it’s after I’m shipped off to a nursing home to live out the rest of my life. I have no clue the whens and hows. I just know that sooner or later somebody will have to do what I’m ignoring, distracting and avoiding. YUCK!! My urban daughter doesn’t like the rural lifestyle. Of course, that includes sheds where things are stored that I don’t know what to do with. And, where there are sheds there’s evidence