It was beyond cluttered. yes, very cluttered. A dirty place is generally cluttered, isn't it. The room that you walked into was the one she used for the dining room. She had to scrape the piles of whatever off of the table to use it.
The whatever included papers, dirty dishes from the previous meal, dirty and/or clean laundry and whatever else happened to need to be dropped on the table.
Most meals were eaten off of this table. It had a ceiling fan over it. The fan and lights looked like they had never been cleaned. A thick layer of dust on the blades and she would run the fan while eating at the table. Of course, dust and cobwebs on the light fixture part of it as well.
In the kitchen, it was gross. There was so much stuff in there that I never saw the kitchen counter while she was alive. Stuff was stacked all the way from the counter to the bottom of the cabinet.
Like in many dirty places, everything had a yellow film of grease over it. Her garbage "can" was actually an open bag hanging on a metal frame (like you sometimes see used for leaf bags). It was not taken outside until full -- and it was a large bag. There were tiny little bugs flying all around it -- like maggots. And of course it smelled bad.
I will probably do a separate post later about food safety. But for now I'll say there was none. She would leave food out an uncovered for hours (recall she has bugst.). People would go by and pick pieces of the food with their hands.
There were roaches all over the house. You would expect that with all the open food and garbage container, wouldn't you? She actually had a fly swatter on her coffee table in the living room. She used that to swat the roaches that walked across the coffee table.
Dishes were only washed occasionally. She would not use the dishwasher that hubbie bought and installed for her because she did not want to hear the noise (after guilting him into getting and installing it). When she did wash dishes, she used
cold water because
hot water hurt her hands.She had a chair where she perched herself. It was surrounded by stacks of magazines, containers of snack food, the remote control, etc. (It was a lift type chair. Heaven forbid she exert energy getting her fat a$$ up herself.)
There was something growing in the shower the last time I was there and was brave enough to look in. First time I was there too. That mold was probably the base for the later mold!
The place had its own unique smell.
Somehow reading this, my words do not sound as gross as the house really was.
