Certainly you must be getting tired of these move updates, but there hasn't been much time to do any serious thinking. You're stuck for awhile with whatever is rolling around inside my mind.
It seems like ages since the van picked up all my earthly belongings and I've felt like a nomad since then – homeless, a woman without her own place to be. At last, this morning between 10AM and 11AM, delivery will begin and tonight I will sleep in my own bed for the first time in 12 days.
The Comcast installation on Friday went without a hitch. The internet connection is blazingly fast and I'll see how well the television connection works after I've unpacked the TV. Undoubtedly, I will set up the office first so I have a comfortable place to blog. Well, it will be first after the coffee and accoutrements. Can't work without fuel.
When the moving men have left, I will pick up Ollie the cat from my brother's house that is less than a mile away. In the seven days we were there, Ollie didn't leave the bedroom and although my brother's two cats were curious, Ollie's growls kept them at bay whenever they tried to step into the room.
So there have been no feline contretemps – a disappointment to the three humans in the house who thought the cats might have one big fight and then settle down as friends. What were we thinking?! Cats never do what you would expect or would like them to do.
After having been dragged from his home, to a hotel, onto an airplane and another strange house, I hope he understands today that he is, at last, home for good.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Elaine R. Winkler: Farmhouse of My Memory