At about 8 p.m. Sunday night I shut the car door on the last load, put a check for the last water bill and the keys in an envelope, sealed it and dropped it through the mail slot into the apartment manager’s office. I was so tired, I didn’t even bother to unload the car, but just came in, took a shower and washed my hair, called in a pizza strike, and sat in front of the TV and chilled. I’d been on my feet bustling around from 7 am to nearly midnight pretty much since last Tuesday, my feet were killing me, my ankles were swollen, I’d been doing hard work in punishing heat (90+F/32+C) for days and I was just exhausted. But all my stuff is at the new place now, and I can sort everything out at my leisure now that I’m no longer under a deadline.
Everything is piled everywhere and can’t be put away until drawers and cabinets are cleaned out and shelf paper put down. It’s a good thing my “critical mess” threshold is rather high. The people who lived here before me had to move to assisted living because they could no longer care for themselves, so you know how much housekeeping they did. Tuesday afternoon I was going to lay down shelf paper and hang some drapes, and ended up spending the whole time vacuuming quite an impressive amount of dust from baseboards and window sills and hung curtains in exactly two windows.
I wasn’t going to take the fat(cat)boy to the pet hotel until Thursday when the movers came, but Tuesday morning having him shut away in the bedrooms crying to be let out while the packers came, and while I came and went loading up the car convinced me he needed to go early Wednesday morning. There are two “kitty cottages” at the pet hotel that have a large window where they can watch what goes on in the store, and they put him in one this time. Poor little guy. He was already clingy before I took him because of all the disruption and everything being changed and shifted around.
Not having to gate-keep the cat, made it easier to come and go loading up the car. I was able to make three runs Wednesday, unloading bins at the new place and loading them up again in the old place. The movers didn’t come until nearly noon on Thursday, which gave me time to load up the car again. My furniture has another layer of nicks and dents and scratches, but it all got here and with one exception ended up where I thought it would work best. For some reason, my “good” alarm clock (corded, not battery operated) died after having been in my hot car for four or five hours, which reminds me I need to get another one. Thursday night I spent my first night in the new place. Fortunately, the sunlight woke me up before the anemic alarm clock I was having to use.
Bright and early Friday morning, I went to get the fat(cat)boy to bring him to our new home. He was only a little furtive coming out of his crate, but then he was exploring. The cable guy came and got my TV, phone and internet hooked up. Then I went back to the old place and put another load in the car and waited for the water guy to come uninstall the reverse osmosis gear from the old place and install it to the new place. I made one more run after he left.
Saturday and Sunday it was a big push to get out by Sunday night. The heat and unaccustomed exertion was taking its toll and by the time I turned the keys in I was pretty much worn out.
Yesterday, I pottered. I moved one towel bar from the bathroom to the “water closet”* where it was handy to the shower door, and hung one that matched the toilet paper holder in its place. Then I hung a toilet paper holder in the WC. I took down the slatted blinds above the sliding glass door (!) in the bedroom (!) and hung blackout curtains. I had to use the double rod for that, as one set of blackout curtains wasn’t sufficiently opaque. I had to wash the old ice blue curtains from the apartment living room and hang them behind the new curtains to get better opacity.
At the old place, there was a wall to the right of my computer desk. Here there is a wall to the left. At the old place the side of the double sink with the disposal on was on the left. Here, it’s on the right. The shower pipe is about a foot from the back wall of the shower, which makes an already small shower (about 3 feet x 3 feet) feel even more crowded. The fridge door squalls each time it’s opened. (I’ve invested in a can of WD-40.)
I forgot to set my alarm last night and it was almost 8:45 before the light through the gaps between the drape panels woke me up (the panels have since been pinned together). I may clean out the vanity drawers in the en suite and line the drawers and put some stuff away later, but then again, I may not. I’m still trying to get the swelling down in my ankles. I may lie in the bed and read for a while. Or not.
When I went into the kitchen in search of breakfast this morning, the fat(cat)boy was haring around playing with a cat toy. I’ve caught him several times playing with the toys that were discovered when furniture was removed. They are slowly but surely disappearing . . . again . . .