Some of my siblings are of the opinion that bulldozers should be called in during the first week and all work would then be finished in two weeks.
Somehow I'm affected by my mother's sensibilities (insensibilities? non-sensibilities?) and have the strange compulsion to handle every object d'junk personally, even though I recognize the futility and waste.

Of all the buried treasures at that yard, the property itself is the greatest one. I would feel remiss if I let a few others slip by, though.

Ah well, she's quite fit still and this 'project' won't need my attention any time soon (God willing). All this shuffling of stuff does keep her mind and hands occupied, which is the greatest benefit to her health in general.