confession-problems & afflictions

I recently visited my dad, and he's hoarding. A dozen mid- '60's Chevy trucks, soda cups, shopping carts, a BILLION tools ("They don't make 'em in USA anymore!") and he's off painting trim on a house he's about to sell while he ignores all the **** piled in the yard. Little pathways through piles of scrap wood. Tools on the floor. Junk on the floor. I literally took a tub of trash outside and put it on the curb, and he went out and picked it up and drug it back inside.

Ugh. I at least box my stuff and mark what it is so whoever cleans my mess up can sell this crap on eBay and get rich.