Still cleaning...

It was September, month six, I think. I felt like I’d been in the trenches so long, I couldn’t keep track of the dates any more. Who would have thought Dad lived in the Tardis of houses. It didn’t look so bad from the outside, but just when we thought we had cleared it out, there was still more to be done. Perhaps it kept filling itself up when we weren’t there, sneaking things out of the dumpster at night and putting them back inside. It was beautiful out, sunny and warm as only a Seattle Indian summer can be. The house was set behind some really tall trees, so had always been somewhat dark and dank, but at that moment, the sunlight was shooting through the windows, shining down into the driveway where the GotJunk truck was waiting, its tailgate open.