If You Can't Be a Good Example, at Least Be a Horrible Warning

ok, so......i returned home this morning from retrieving my mother from the airport....and started in cleaning my house......sometimes seeing the state of slovenlyness that my mother-figure calls livable shakes me out of my own household clutter doldrums and into action......sometimes when she travels i descend and straighten up and throw away and recycle.....only to find things reverted to setpoint just a few days later....i have read that the packrat mentality may be a throwback to the depression.....whereupon folks who grew up without have a hard time throwing anything away that they have now lest it be needed at some future date......and this mindset applies to every scrap of paper and empty container that comes in.......i cannot seem to change her housekeeping habits....i can only tighten up my own standards for tidiness......much as i cringe at my mother's state of clutter.....she has far to go to reach the level attained my by late uncle albert.....who at one point was feeding the dead cats that lay upon his dining room table.....the very same table that i have in my front room, by the way.......someone had thoughtfully placed a sheet of plastic over it at some point....which protected the wood from the unimaginable.......and all this discussion brings me to a review i read online this morning about grey gardens....a musical currently on broadway that focuses on some eccentric kin to jackie o, who lived in a hamptoms mansion with their ferral cats.......oy......nice to know that any of us can live like raccoons given the correct cirumstances.......even the very rich......but enough of that.....i am cleaning out my closet and making a bag for the goodwill......