The booze was because... well, this morning she woke up early and decided that it would be a good idea to clean the laundry room.
It's been probably six years or more since I've seen the floor of the laundry room. What has been there has earned the name the "clothes condo", so named because of the creatures that were imagined to inhabit it. It's one of those things that has been on the "always meant to do" list.
Imagine if you will a pile of various clothes and cloth things thrown on the floor from various times of "oh, I'll deal with that later", built up over years. Something about the size of a small car, or perhaps Jabba the Hut. Then picture the floor having been flooded a time or two from various washing machine overflow kinds of events.
You might think that this could possibly be a source of mold, or possibly mildew.
Did you know that there is a stage beyond mildew? Seriously.
The worst part of this is that I had already gone through the throwing-out-of-the-clothes thing once. Some from this room, and some from the purple room. The purple room was... well, that was when I first discovered that mildew will actually grow into a fully-fledged fungus. That was bad, with a respirator and gloves and bleach and the whole thing. I think there may have been tentacles.
This pile wasn't as bad, really. And Mom attacked it with much fervor. Eight 30-gallon trash bags of unrecoverable stuff, and probably half again as much that is getting laundered for recovery. A few empty cardboard boxes self-welded to the floor that I need to scrape up.
She woke me up to give me cleaning lessons. Things like "when you go through stuff, you should take the things that you're going to throw out and put them in trash bags" and "to get up all that pet hair you should use a broom to sweep up the worst, then a vacuum cleaner".
I love Mom dearly, but a couple of days is about the limit.
I made food, we ate, then Mom drove back home and I headed over to Artemis's cottage with a snazzy gift (Klipsch speaker/subwoofer pair for her TV/DVD setup) and proceeded to ingest quantities of rum and watch DVDs for the rest of the evening. It was a much-needed thing.
Back home now. Tomorrow may be another day, and if all goes well, I will have the bedroom reconfigured with a new furniture-y desk thing that I'm building. That is at least a day in and of itself, so I am not planning beyond that quite yet. I do have a list of things forming that I plan to accomplish before the weekend, but I shall keep it mum for now.
Funny now that the basement smells less musty.
Love to you all (well, except for you-- you know who you are), and I shall see you in the future...
because that is where you and I shall spend the rest of our lives!