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Another day....
Jul. 28th, 2011 08:46 pmToday at around 10 am, Caleb and I headed to West Concord to get the last of my stuff out of my house.
We stopped in Owatonna at Walmart so I could pick up some kitty litter and cat food. No treats, as my cats are too fat, according to the vet. I picked up some lightbulbs for mom, some extra toy mice for the kitties, and a couple of bags of Bliss Milk Chocolates for myself. Yum.
When we got to West Concord, Caleb dragged some stuff to the curb for me and packed the last of my stuff in the car. I swept and scrubbed the kitchen floor, scrubbed off the stove and counter tops, and packed up the last of the small stuff.
I took a few minutes to say good-bye to the house and asked it to provide a happy home for the new residents. If houses have souls, mine has a pretty good one, I think. It's only downfall was existing in West Concord.
When we left the house, we stopped at Ingrid and Jim's house and dropped off a large kitchen garbage bag full of containers--some were like cool whip and sour cream containers that I had washed up, and some were the cheap reuseable Walmart plastic containers. Some were a little nicer. Ingrid loves to cook tons of food and then distribute it to various hungry folks. I have been the recipient of her bounty many times, and she is a great cook.
Then we went to Ginny's drive-in where I got a twist cone in a cup and Caleb got a cone and an icee type drink.
Then we dropped off a big container of cat food that my cats no longer could eat at Joni's house near her barn. From there, we dropped off my vacuum cleaner at Kim's house. She will use it in her upstairs so she doesn't have to drag her vacuum up and down the steps to clean.
We came straight home after that. Kari happened to call to see where we were, and we joked with her, telling her that we were in a bar having shots of tequila. LOL. I said we told the bartender that Caleb was my 47 year old midget boyfriend. Caleb got quite a charge out of that.
When we got to Mom's house, Caleb unloaded the whole car himself. Well, I did take two blue bags out, but he did everything else--including a 35 lb. pail of kitty litter, which is about a third of his weight!
Since he had carried that down, I cleaned my litterboxes and added fresh litter to them, filled their food and water bowls, and tidied up their area in the furnace room a bit.
Peaches is still sleeping a lot, but she seems much better today than previously. Her eyes are bright; she actually played with a pipe cleaner for a while, and she let me see her tummy. The incision seems to be healing up real nicely.
When Mom walked through with a laundry basket, Peaches growled at her. LOL. I suppose she thought the laundry basket was a cat carrier and she figured there was no freakin' way she was getting back into one of those!
She curls up beside me the minute I sit down and purrs her little heart out when I pet her. I haven't tried to pick her up yet--I am going to wait until she climbs into my lap on her own.
My own bed is finally set up in my bedroom...and I slept great in it last night. I haven't actually made it yet, but I have a sheet laid across the mattress and a blanket that I covered myself with. The cats are thrilled to have their own bed back too. We all slept in it together last night. It was wonderful.
I bought a pizza and some BBQ chicken "wings" for me and Mom tonight for supper. We were both tired and hot and no one felt like cooking. We watched a couple of episodes of NCIS, then she went upstairs to watch one of her reality TV shows, and I turned off the TV and came in to spend a little time with my babies. I have been messing around on the internet a little bit...but as soon as I finish this entry, I need to spend a little time creating some order out of the chaos that my room is right now with all this crap in it.
Caleb and I had a very nice time today--we chatted and sang and giggled the whole time. And he worked like a little trooper. He is saving money to buy himself a lap top, so I gave him $20 for helping me. It was well worth it.
I had my first real sting of rejection today--it was the ROC preschool picnic, and I wasn't invited. Some of my homeroom kids texted me and asked if I would be there. I told them I hadn't heard about it, and now was busy with my nephew.
It hurts. But I am continuing to continue regardless.
