two steps back

Just yesterday I was thrilled to have the house cleaned up and bit and starting to feel like home. Then we emptied three tubs of hand painted china and knick knacks. And two boxes of mooses and other knick knacks. While it was fun to go through things I had forgotten I even had, it left my recently cleared table like this.



By the way, my new phone actually takes pretty good pictures, if I could just stop my hands from shaking so much.


good morning sunshine

Okay, I’m finally catching up with others and ready to create some posts of my own. I hope to get back into a posting routine. And I hope folks are still out there.

So let’s talk about the most important part of moving – the cats.

Honestly, one of the very most stressful things about moving day was worrying about being able to catch the cats and get them in their travel cages so that they would be safe and contained once the movers were there. I figured on catching Zoe first and that turned out to be pretty simple. She likes to hang with me pretty much wherever I am so I sat in the office and just waited for her to come to me. Shoving her in her carrier was more work than you’d think for a relatively tiny cat. She put up a fuss, yelling and fighting while I shoved – but in she went.

After the yelling and fussing, I figured Charlie would be hidden under the bed but no, there he was snoozing on the end of the bed. it was a simple matter of picking up twenty pounds of cat and holding him tightly with one arm while leaning on the walker and steering with the other. I didn’t want to bring his basket in with me and potentially frighten him into running. He was a lot easier to plop into the carrier since his carrier in a picnic basket type.

Two unhappy cats went into the laundry room where they could rest quietly in the dark while the movers compled around. So when everything was out of the house, two cats went with me, T followed in her truck with the coolers and other things that didn’t go on the truck and, of course, the moving truck. That was the longest distance I’ve driven in a long time. I thought I had timed the drugs right so they should be out of my system but — not so much. So it was a kind of stressful drive with me feeling not-quite-right, two howling cats and the realization that my driver’s license was expired.

But we got there! It’s maybe a 40 minute drive from Shell when you’re being extra careful since you’re probably a little impaired and your license is expired. Thirty minutes on a good day. An hour and a half going the other direction on a Friday evening in the summer.

Now I can share some pictures! We’re stuck with phone pictures which would actually be pretty good if I could hold the phone steady. Right now editing photos at the big computer isn’t gong to happen.

The most important new furniture actually came within days of moving in. Our new cat tree! Both cats like it and Charlie enjoys scratching on the scratching posts instead of my new sofa and chair. That’s a win for me. They both have explored it and Zoe in particular enjoys playing on it. She tends to smack Charlie from her perch if she thinks he’s going to try to get up on the tree. As long as he uses the scratching posts I don’t much care what else they do with it.


At first we put it in the corner of the living room. The other end of the room – by the patio door – was filled with clutter that hadn’t found a home yet.


Before we could move the cat tree, some of the stuff that belongs on the walls had to get put up – you know, so they weren’t on the floor anymore. J came by Wednesday afternoon to do that.


Getting stuff up and moving the clutter enabled me to move the lappie out here to the living room so that I can more easily type and post. I’ve ordered a dining table so we’ll change out the folding table soon.



Which means that the cat tree is now at home in front of the patio doors. There is a heating vent right there making it a little tricky but both cats really love its new placement where they can look out the window and survey their domain. Of course, Zoe still owns the tree but Charlie still owns the scratching posts so all is good in our world.


Charlie still avoids photos as much as possible. Here is a bad picture of him in one of his favorite sleeping spots on the back of the sofa (which is the reason for the afghan). He really had me worried for a while. Zoe adjusted pretty quickly but Charlie spent a couple weeks under the bed, refusing to eat. He’s back to more his normal self although he still heads under the bed at the first sign of trouble. At least he is coming out to see T when she is here again, and eating.


so many things

It’s one of those nights.

You know, I keep meaning to write. There are so many little things I want to tell you. I think about it and I seem to find other things that need to be done. Or maybe it’s just a hard day with too much pain. Or maybe I’m lonely.

Which is weird, you know. Because I’m isolating, aren’t I? I am so far behind even online.  I have stacks of posts to read (even having deleted all the non-friend posts in my feed). I miss you all.

And since I don’t know anyone here  like, I don’t know the ladies at the grocery store or the nice guy at the post office who, if he sees me drive in, will get my mail and meet me at the door before I can even get the walker out of the car. I don’t know the folks at the pharmacy who will come out to my car and talk with me instead of making me walk in.

I didn’t have a lot of friends in Shell Knob. I still talk to my old neighbor most days. I’m just…. more alone here.

I hope to change that. It’s still a small town but surely it has something I can get involved in. Right now, I am still pretty much house bound. I will tell you stories soon.

Tonight I just wanted to say hi and that I’m thinking of you. And I hope it’s not too needy to say that I hope you sometimes think of me.


my how time flies

Well I really did intend to write more often but things have been moving so quickly. And yet so slowly. Or if not slowly, perhaps interminably. Does packing ever end? Every time I think we’re done more stuff appears that requires packing. I think we’re done – other than I need to finish packing the last of my clothes tonight.

Tonight because we move tomorrow.


This is the new house.i had a total meltdown when I signed the contract. All I wanted to do was call my mom. Most of the time, I feel like I’ve handled the grief well since I truly believe that they are better off, but this was a major life event and I just wanted to talk to my mom about it. She would have been so excited and I know she would have wanted to be there and to help me get settled and everything.

I’ll be offline for a few days but since I’m posting so infrequently, who is going to notice?

I hope everyone had a good holiday and I hope to get back into the posting habit. I have scary tests coming up but I’m hoping there is a solution (that doesn’t involve surgery) for my back pain. I still can’t sit at my desk for any length of time and typing on the laptop is damned annoying!

no news is boring

I had hoped to have news, which is one of the reasons I’ve put off writing the last few days. Perhaps tomorrow.

Let’s see, we started looking at houses almost two weeks ago. Wow. Turns out that houses in my price range may look good online but in person, they are awful. A couple we didn’t even bother going in to look around. One, we opened the door and were nearly knocked off our butts by the mold and mildew smell. That particular house had the most peculiar island situated barely a foot from the cabinets. You couldn’t have opened the drawers or doors. Turned out that it was a bizarre trap door to the “basement.” The inside of the lid was covered with black mold. You’d have to be insane to buy it unless you planned to tear it down.

Another had a closet sized second bathroom that my walker wouldn’t fit through the door, and if it had I still couldn’t have moved around in it. It had a newish looking cooktop that didn’t work and no oven anywhere. Plus every door in the place was beaten up and needed to be replaced. Still another had old wooden windows with gaps between the window and frame.

So I had to move out of my price comfort zone. One just needed too much work. One, the house beside it and the one across the street were probably abandoned before being foreclosed on – apparently there’s a water issue there. But I did find one I liked. It has been well maintained and has a new gas cooktop and wall oven. The bathroom is nice and the floors are all original hardwood. It will need a ramp in the garage but it’s a large garage with plenty of storage.

And then started the arguing about price. The seller thinks it’s worth more per square foot than other houses in the area that have been updated. We supposedly agreed on a price but I have not got the contract back from them yet. And of course, if they have signed it still needs to be inspected.

Climbing up the two incredibly tall steps in that house laid me out for most of the week. At least i think that is what caused it. I’m back to my normal level of pain. I’m on the too stressed out to eat diet which is possibly a benefit.

I will write more when I find out more.

UPDATE: Well, we’re under contract. The inspection is Tuesday and I guess I’ll know then whether we’re going through with this. I’ll be really disappointed if there are major problems. I really don’t want to continue house hunting. It isn’t as fun as I’d hoped.