Posted by Sari
My parents were kids during the war and grew up during the lean years after it. This, I think, has left their whole generation with a formidable hoarding instinct. When this hoarding instinct is connected with the post-war consumerism the results boggle the mind. A bally huge binliner filled with hats not used for ten years. Fourteen - count them: fourteen - duvets. Around 40 steak knives. 28 bottles of clensers. 8 huge rolls of red ribbon for tying up presents. Over 40 packs of paper napkins. Moving my parents was an eyeopener. It is not that you should not buy things, shopping therapy rules, but then you should gift, recycle or just throw away the old stuff. Otherwise the equation just does not work.
Actually, the fact that my mom fell from her horse, cracked her ribs and managed to get a hemothorax to boot actually made the move possible. As I was left with packing their stuff, you have no idea how much just "got lost" during the move...
Anyway, they are safely in their really nice brand new flat. Just few pictures to hang and we should be good to go. Mom has still some liquid in the lungs but that should mend on its own in time, and she has also started to get back to her normal routine. This means get my life back! No really, it hasn't been that bad, just incredibly busy.
Glad to hear she's on the mend. And I so agree with the getting rid of things lesson.
Posted by: Johan Anglemark | May 09, 2007 at 13:58
Fast healing to your mother. And sigh! now the last phonenumber that I still remember by heart from childhood (mainly because your parents lived in the same apartment at least over thirhty years) is no more in use.
And yes, "losing" junk when moving your parents stuff is the way to go (the method also used a couple of years ago when my mother had that fire before christmas and nothing was supposed to be thrown out).
Posted by: Omppu | May 15, 2007 at 23:40
Hei, Onervainen
Mun piti ihan kysyä sulta kuinka kauan sulla meni onnettomuuden jälkeen ennen kuin keuhkojen tilavuus ja hapenottokyky edes jotenkin normalisoituivat. Kexyllä näet meinaa mennä kärsivällisyys kun parantuminen on niin "hidasta" ja minä yritän selittää että keuhkokudos uusiutuu aika hitaasti...
Posted by: Sari | May 16, 2007 at 13:03
Hee, äläkä nyt Omppu vielä mene pyyhkimään sitä puhelinnumeroasi muististasi - sama numero kun seurasi heitä uuteen asuntoon Talissa! Some things never change... :-)
Posted by: Mekku | May 16, 2007 at 14:39
Mekku: Mahtavaa! Se onkin polttoleikattu aivoihini varmaan ikuisiksi ajoiksi.
Sari: Varmaan vuosia kesti, eivätkä koskaan palaa ihan ennalleen. Mutta jos äitisi jatkaa samaa liikunnallista elämäntapaa kuin ennen, niin eiköhän se siitä melko nopeasti kohene (ikä tietysti vaikuttaa hidastavasti kaikkeen parantumiseen).
Posted by: Omppu | May 16, 2007 at 21:24