"YES!", her response. And, I thought.....how sweet it is. Now that she has her own place and lives in financial independence, my observations about her stuff is, well....none of my "bizness".
But, this time she was practically begging for my assistance with a fridge and freezer overflowing with the good, the in-between, and the very, very bad. Love such a task, truly.
We filled a trash bag with discards and poured some nasty liquids down the sink but (sigh) there was still a lot of this being said to me...."Mom, I will eat that; save it! You need to ask me before you pitch stuff." I rationalized that when visiting again in the fall, I'll maybe have another shot at the marginal stuff which guaranteed, will still be there.
There is food to feed a family of four for a couple of months between the refrigerated stuff and the dry goods/cans in the pantry. Hoarding tendencies, I wonder?
next blog post) and the visual of the interior of freezer looks not much different than it did before.
|Freezer After (with ice cream)|
As for the refrigerator, well....you be the judge.
Shortly before embarking on this cleanup, I mused.....and tweeted....'would I rather clean my daughter's refrigerator or visit my 93 year old parents today?' My bad...I picked the refrigerator and meant it. I so need this little hiatus in Spokane.