Eventually health realities will remove me from my home, leaving the house with all the inanimate objects for an heir or his designate to move out of here. I was hoping to spare my children that onerous task by straightening up while I still can but after some effort, my heart really wasn't in it, even though I probably still have the strength. I could work about 45 minutes on it, seeing some evidence of before and after. I really needed to pay somebody who, for a set hourly fee, could do a more sustained effort.
With Angi's List and the like, I tried to hire cleaners. They vacuumed, mopped, did the fridge. They did not move stuff. Next an organizer. One did not call me back. Three came to take a look. Their orientation is mostly filling dumpsters. Mine is creating paths so I don't get injured. No interest on their part in doing something hard, or maybe even less familiar than their usual recommendations for discarding.
Looks like either I will have to do as much as I can myself. My descendants and their hired agents can do the rest in my absence.
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