#SongoftheDay Trash (Robin Gibb, Sesame Street)
A couple weeks ago, I fell down a pretty deep Sesame Street rabbit hole. That's when I discovered that Sesame Street made a disco album with Robin Gibb.
This song is from that album.
It caught hold of me because that day I'd been thinking about a family friend who died a couple years ago. I mentioned him in a previous post.
What I didn't mention about him is that he was a hoarder. Like, big-time hoarder. He took great pride in his garden, but if you looked at it as an outsider, you would think: it's full of junk. That's all junk.
Every room in his house was piled floor to ceiling with boxes of things. The hallways each had a narrow route you could squeeze through, but they were also piled high with stuff.
Because their house presented so many dangers, their daughter-in-law would not allow their grandchildren to visit. This was heartbreaking for the hoarder, but even more so for his wife, because the hoard was not hers.
In a previous post, I told you about the day our friend died, but I didn't tell you about the day after that. The day after he died, the wife had a dumpster deposited in her driveway. Her son took two weeks off work, and the two of them cleared the hoard. Having grown up with a hoarder (and having attempted to throw out everything I could when the rest of the family was away for a week), I can't imagine the physical endurance that must have required. They must have channelled their grief into the task.
But it worked. The house is hoard-free and safe, and our friends' grandchildren are free to visit as often as they please.
If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.
It caught hold of me because that day I'd been thinking about a family friend who died a couple years ago. I mentioned him in a previous post.
What I didn't mention about him is that he was a hoarder. Like, big-time hoarder. He took great pride in his garden, but if you looked at it as an outsider, you would think: it's full of junk. That's all junk.
Every room in his house was piled floor to ceiling with boxes of things. The hallways each had a narrow route you could squeeze through, but they were also piled high with stuff.
Because their house presented so many dangers, their daughter-in-law would not allow their grandchildren to visit. This was heartbreaking for the hoarder, but even more so for his wife, because the hoard was not hers.
In a previous post, I told you about the day our friend died, but I didn't tell you about the day after that. The day after he died, the wife had a dumpster deposited in her driveway. Her son took two weeks off work, and the two of them cleared the hoard. Having grown up with a hoarder (and having attempted to throw out everything I could when the rest of the family was away for a week), I can't imagine the physical endurance that must have required. They must have channelled their grief into the task.
But it worked. The house is hoard-free and safe, and our friends' grandchildren are free to visit as often as they please.
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