To Keep In Reserve

   I can not be the only one on the planet, that worries about hoarding.
   ALSO...surely others beside myself watch the show!!!

  There is so very little to watch on TV, why am I drawn to these poor people who hoard? I gasp at the houses filled with stuff ( I would have said shit, but I don't want mom to flinch!!) Truly it must be a disease, no one would live among tons of, what can you call trash and five million Christmas ornaments? Stacked to the roof, boxes of Boxes, nothing in them!! Help me understand this crazy. Baffled and with a little puke in my throat, I watch. Not often do I see the show, I just happen on it, with the clicker, one of many clickers!! Is that the first sign? I have more then one clicker to choose from!! Yikes, its happening.

Last week, I got sucked into the horror show, and lost it. The lady had thirty-five cats, thirteen that were dead and flat as a pizza. They did not use a litter box, naturally! cat poo and urine throughout the castle. Years of living like this. She had a chair, the rest of the house, was packed like sardines with SHIT, not the cat kind. ( Sorry mom, this blog requires some choice words, close your eyes!) The clean up people could not help this lady, it was not cleanable!! It was destroyed, and she thought it was fine. She used her bathtub as a toilet, and the towel rack for ribbon that she used to wrap presents?? I sit in utter disbelief that this can happen, but it does.

Bill asks me why I watch? I want to see the clean house at the end. I think??

Yesterday Hart and I were at an antique store, where I was stepping over stuff, and found some gloves and a picture that called my name. I looked at him and said, "Hoarding!" Being his fathers son (yes mine too?) he said, "Why do you watch that show?"

"Well...its cheap therapy, it prevents my hoarding demons to take over!"

He smiled, and I know what he was thinking, "Where are you going to put the gloves mom?"
"On my hands, what kind of question is that?" me thinking....gloves are stylish and these are pink, and I love them, oh  sweet Jesus....its happening.

So this beautiful Saturday morn, I will be cleaning out some of my clutter. Classic clutter, some you just have to keep in reserve.

pssssss this is a serious problem for people, I hope they all get good help. Stuff (shit) will suffocate you. ( thanks mom for giving me your cleaning DNA, keeps me balanced!)