swirling vortex of crazy

OK, lets just get it out in the open, the horrible and painful truth. i am 28, recently divorced, i have one beautiful and wacky son who lives with me, and gasp... i live with my parent. its not as terrible as it had potential to be, but this background info may help explain why our basement has slowly been transformed into a swirling vortex of crazy. why, you may ask, is my basement so entirely nuts? well, see, its not only all of my worldly possessions down there in a heap, but a good number of odds-and-ends from my parents lives as well. the emphasis on odds in the odds- and-ends there by the way, some of the things they save makes me wonder what goes on in their heads, and if medication is needed. i think we have some sort of ancient pack rat genes in our family, and therefore feel the need to save everything, even though all this stuff has taken over the basement like some kind of mold that just keeps spreading, and which i believe has secretly begun planning to emerge late one night and devour our family. but its just a hunch, i could be way off. perhaps its just down there planning a surprise brunch for me, but more likely its the family devouring bit. anyway. i have recently begun project 'clean this crap before it becomes a health code violation', and while it has been well under way for approximately a month now, everything still appears as though it hasn't been touched since September when i moved in and hastily piled my junk next to, in, under, and sometimes precariously balanced on top of, all my parents pre-existing heap. its a sight to behold. i'll try to take some pictures soon, so that i may share our family's dirty secrets with the world, or at least with who ever is still reading this, which may be more than my mom would care to share our basement mess with, but its necessary. well, not really, but thats what i'll tell her if she asks.