3:42am
Things went well with Grandma; I even had a half-way decent post written when my pilfered Internet went down.
I drove straight back into packing hell - the cats. Luckily, we’ve got moving Zulu down pat. One person systematically shuts her out of every room, usually by force, then gives up. The second person comes home, proffers the carrier, and she jumps in. Being person #1 involves a lot more swearing and sweat.
I am happy to say she is acclaimating to the move and particularly enjoys the loft. However, there are no good high up hidey places and I think it’s actually better for her. She’s getting a lot braver about breathing the same air as THE DOG. (That’s how she says it.)
I spent the weekend at the sanctuary, moving, and fretting over the fridge. The fan motor that cools the fridge part went kaput. If I were alone, I would have tossed everything and ordered much pizza. ST went to Walmart and purchased a small fan to put in the freezer. He also ordered a part, perhaps even a fan motor. I believe he also plans to install it when it gets here. Unless that’s the physical challenge portion of this relationship. In that case, I think we’re having pizza Thursday night.
We got Internets up and running here yesterday, in conjunction with something I’ve always said I would never get: cable.
Yup. I have never, except when coehersed by significant others, had a TV dispension system more fancy than rabbit ears. The cable was ST’s idea, although I admit the reception was particularly awful and you couldn’t catch any non-verbal jokes for the static.
I came home and promptly commandeered the remote. How fun is it to watch Animal Planet with someone who must tell you Every. Little. Thing. she has ever learned about animals ever?
I give it a week. He’ll be begging for the rabbit ears back.
Or lying on the couch with the remote tucked into the waistband of my boxers yelling, “Hey Woman! Bring me another beer!”
You pick.