Dave's parents lived in their home for 45 years. They acquired a lot of STUFF in that time and we've been cleaning, tossing, and evaluating every piece. We would like the house mostly cleaned out before we purchase and move in.
In the basement is a room they called The Fruit Room. On the left was a bench filled to the brim with Al's tools and project pieces. On the right were shelves filled to the brim with Max's jars; decades worth of canned fruits and veges.
I undertook the shelves as my own personal project. I wanted them cleaned and ready to store my own jars and canned goods.
With a bucket of soapy water, a large trash bag, and rubber gloves I cleaned myself across each shelf until I reached the bottom. And there I stopped.
Eyebrows raised he unscrewed the cap and took a tentative sniff; odorless. "It could be hooch or water. Better call mom and ask."
I took the phone and called my Mother-in-law.
"In the Fruit Room are four little jugs of clear liquid. What are they?"
She laughed, "I have no idea. Those jugs were there when we moved in. Since I didn't know, we just left them there."
And that, my friends, is the type of stuff we are dealing with.