It's late afternoon on Wednesday as I write this in an airport hotel, and I'm exhausted. Everything I own in the world is on a truck presumably on its way to Oregon. My feet are killing me - this is the first time I've sat down since 5AM.
The three moving men did an excellent job of emptying out my apartment. They worked non-stop from 8AM until just past noon and it can't be easy carrying heavy objects down a narrow staircase. But no one complained and they had a solution for every problem, including removing doors to get the larger pieces out.
My feet are tired because there was nowhere to sit. So I watched, answered questions and made coffee runs for us all.
Poor Ollie the cat was locked in the bathroom. Of course, he wasn't happy about it and then, THEN I locked him in the bathtub behind the sliding glass door when anyone needed to use the loo. Enough of you are cat owners (or sympathizers) that you know what a stressful day it was – and still is - for Ollie.
When he was released from the bathroom, all his favorite sitting and snoozing places were gone - just bare walls and floors everywhere. His food and water were in the wrong place, and there were no toys in sight. Then he was shoved in a carrier, stuffed in a car only to be let out in a small, strange room that smelled nothing like home. He's still under the hotel bed.
But I'm repeating what I told him last week: suck it up, my furry friend. We're movin' on and there's just this period of a week or ten days you have to get through until we settle down again. Try to do it with some grace.
God, cat's are hard to please.
All this is just filler, a place to put today's Elder Story since I have no useful insights or lessons learned from hanging out with the moving guys except that they work a lot harder than I ever have.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Madonna Dries Christensen: Linked Through an Autograph Book