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In Dallas, cleaning out grandma's junk so she can move to her new house (Aunt T's house, really, because she will outlive Grandma). Anyway it is a rotten process, Dad is involved, I have like six days to gently encourage Grandma and T to sort out all junk they have in this house where T grew up (she is now 64). Dad both hopes this will fail and has made provisions for us to only take over what we ourselves can carry (he is 60 and not in as good health as he thinks), save the furniture that the professional movers will bring, and assuming that Grandma and T will consent to throw out all the evidence of their long happy family life after living without it for a week.

I am miffed and, also, moderately overwhelmed.