So there's a room in the house where my dad has been putting odds an ends over the year. This was once the room my mother used for painting (I've inherited her brushes and other artists equipment, as I inherited her desire if not talent to be a graphic artist, a pursuit I will probably ever see fulfilled, but that's another story). Since her passing, and my removal of all material that was of any use in the painter's craft, he's installed various metal racks along the wall, and shelving, and has filled it with a wild assortment of odds and ends. Not all of this material fits, and many boxes and containers have for some reason fallen off the walls and created an impassable mass that literally fills the majority of the room save for a small space just on the other side of the door.
I have been forbidden, essentially, from touching anything in that room. After the first time I opened the door and smelled it, I knew it was a problem. But my 90 year old father is adamant. Leave that room alone. So I have peered around the fallen boxes and metal objects and tools and appliances and other things in there to try to get an idea about what is causing the smell and have figured out it's probably mice and rat filth and other things associated with rodentia.
There's a similar situation in the shed out back, but this one includes a number of gasoline containers I can't seem to get rid of because they are "precious". But that's another story, for another time.
Gotta go. I need to look at the cell phone that won't work for my dad. It seems someone set him up with a very pricey Virgin Mobile plan he doesn't need and now it wants money ... I think ...
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