I'm back in Michigan and am in need of venting at 2:30 in the morning. This stems from the fact that I am spending too much time with Dwayne and am finding myself frustrated with the male psyche. My frustration with men in general is that they are men. They, (and I am going to take a leap here and state that EVERY man is the same), do not think like I do. The brain of a man is only focused on right now and anything else just gets tucked away for a possible future visit, should that become necessary. (I know they totally expect to never have to revisit a subject and will do almost anything to avoid that happening. (Meanwhile I am in full on attack mode and am ready to "get things done!) So when I am in this wonderful place in Michigan I want/NEED to "help" this nice man. My last visit was spent nursing D back to health after a 2 week near death stay in the hospital. I went into full on Nurse mode and was happy to be of some help with his recovery. The third week that I was here we spent with D sitting in a chair at the kitchen table and me tearing apart the huge pantry closet that contained an assortment of flour, grains and legumes the likes of which I have never seen. All these things were purchased by D's late wife who was a master baker and chef. Unfortunately she died about 6 years ago and NOTHING has been touched since then. If there was one bag of rice flour there were at last three. Never opened, never used, just packed into this closet. D was happy for me to rid him of this mess because the things were out dated food items.. BUT I was not to just fill garbage bags with this crap, rather, I had t open all the containers and pour the contents in the yard for the deer to eat. (It's a wonder they didn't die from food poisoning.) THEN I washed ALL twenty or more 2 GALLON expensive, new plastic storage containers and had to find a spot to store all of them because,"They are very expensive and we don't just want to give them to anyone. They need to go to someone who will appreciate their value). I tried to explain that if you sold them on line or at a yard sale any person who bought them would purchase them because #1. They needed /wanted this item. And #2. They understood the value of the item and that's why they were buying it. This "reasoning" is not something the male brain seems to be capable of grasping because I hit a brick wall with it and now the clean and empty containers are taking up 80% of the cleaned out pantry.
Moving on to this visit my frustration is building by the day. I have been "allowed" to go through more cabinets but NOT allowed to throw out a single thing., with the the exception of a few old pieces of paper and anything else I can sneak into the trash. D's 16 year old grand daughter is in town for the weekend with her dad driving a large pick up truck. The girl is having a yard sale with her friends next week and is looking for items to sell. THIS is the PERFECT opportunity to rid this place of some stuff but the man won't let anything go. I was able to talk D into giving Denali a bag of plastic bags, a couple of old jars and that was about it. Meanwhile I came up with well over 100 cookie cutters, tons of cupcake papers and silicone cupcake molds, stencils, cupcake toppers and hundreds of other baking items. They are all put back in a closet for the day when "someone who appreciates their value" will take them. I know EXACTLY what will happen . . . D will die, his family will come in here with a dumpster and it will all go in the trash!
This house is PACKED with shit . . . I mean who needs FIVE (5) pressure cookers, 3 crock pots, hundreds of baking pans ? I am getting myself crazy because I want to purge and Mr Man can't let any of it go.
I think there may be a TV show or two that would love this place.
