When we moved her in with us, she had been living in low income housing. We moved her stuff to our house one truck and carload at a time, cleaning out obvious trash as we went. She had a very hard time turning loose of things, as older people sometimes do, but we were able to convince her that she didn't need the clothing she wore 20 years ago when she was 100 pounds heavier and other things like that.
I wish I had thought to take a picture, but she had what I deemed the closet of coffee. For some reason, she had bought can and after can after can of coffee. The big cans, the ones that are like 30-35 ounces. I have no idea how many cans were in there, but there were a LOT. We gave a few to her neighbors, we gave some to family members, we gave some to family to take to work, we gave some to our neighbors, we gave one to the mail lady,
I should say, she's the only one in this house that drinks coffee. She drinks one to two pots worth of coffee a day which sounds like a HUGE amount, except you have to realize that she brews it SUPER strong. The smell will knock you out. She puts enough scoops of coffee to brew 10-12 cups but then only puts enough water for 2-4 cups. She uses quite a bit of coffee daily, as you can see.
Well, it's been over two years, with tons given away, and she FINALLY ran out of coffee from the closet of coffee. I saw that she was out and knew she'd have withdrawals, so I bought her some more the day after she ran out.
A few days later she tells me she thinks she's getting a cold because she's had a horrible headache the last few days.
*DING* goes the light bulb over my head.
Mawmaw, why didn't you make you some coffee? You're having headaches because you haven't had any caffeine and you're addicted to it.
How would I make any coffee? I'm all out.
I bought you more the next day!
I never saw it, honey.
That's because I hid it so well.