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Aug. 16th, 2017 09:10 pmToday, we started unpacking FIL's mound of boxes.
I was on FIL duty for the afternoon, Beast having done his share yesterday constructing a sturdy work bench for FIL (and I escaped to Biddy's, which is always fun).
As I watched him check carefully through every one of at least a dozen blank (partial) notebooks to see if there was perchance anything useful written in any of them, as I noted down the innumerable bits of uselessness that went into a 'store in garage' box, as I saw him examine each and every item that came out of the boxes and heard him explain to me at length what it was and why it must necessarily be kept, I felt my soul begin to shrivel.
I am a Very Kind Daughter-in-Law, is all I'm saying.
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Plus, one of the large-size boxes—shipped from Australia, lest we forget—is full of plastic bags.
I was on FIL duty for the afternoon, Beast having done his share yesterday constructing a sturdy work bench for FIL (and I escaped to Biddy's, which is always fun).
As I watched him check carefully through every one of at least a dozen blank (partial) notebooks to see if there was perchance anything useful written in any of them, as I noted down the innumerable bits of uselessness that went into a 'store in garage' box, as I saw him examine each and every item that came out of the boxes and heard him explain to me at length what it was and why it must necessarily be kept, I felt my soul begin to shrivel.
I am a Very Kind Daughter-in-Law, is all I'm saying.
*
Plus, one of the large-size boxes—shipped from Australia, lest we forget—is full of plastic bags.