Month: June 2009

All is well

Big shout out to Mike, Paul, Jeff and Keith.  Thanks to their assistance I either got  to the Coop Car, got back from the Coop Car, packed the car, unpacked the car, and unpacked almost all the kitchen stuff.  Paul’s just gone off to work and Keith and Jeff are watching BSG in the basement.  My room. . .. ach.  Well, at least my clothes are all hung up and I have more than enough clothes to get through the next week without difficulties.

Miss Margot is hating her new tag.  I have to put a collar on her because although only a fool would think she was a stray, unless I put a tag on her she might be a stray.  I keep finding her guarding the front of the house; the boys much prefer the back.  Says much about their respective personalities.

Now to mess with more unpacking.  At least, in this house, everything will be unpacked.  I’m not carting around boxes for another two or three years.  I’ve got too much crap as it is.

Mike McG and Paul over for beers n pizza

Still no word from Keith about how his day at work in North Van went.  Rented a van for Saturday.  The cats are loving the back deck.

I am still pretty close to a meltdown, but I feel like I stepped back from the brink. Eviction, John dying, quitting my job, finding a place to live, the memorial service, moving, ongoing drama with Dax and Katie (a… Katie is fine. b…. cops were called.  c…. Katie didn’t call the cops. d… resolution is absent.  e…. undoubtedly more iterations, but the end game is clearer, and Katie is not caving to suicide threats any more) and now this ongoing state of what feels like emotional immobility, like a rancor or resentment caught in amber, a longer commute, living in a pile of boxes, last two weeks of work it’s stacked to the ceiling and not getting better.  Poor Jeff; he dislikes the pile of boxes but he knows exactly where my stress level is and is doing nothing to add to it and much to alleviate it by just being sane.

Mike was ready willing and able

To help me move the last o crap out of the old place last night… and I crashed like a very bad paper airplane.  Soundlessly, swiftly, and with nobody killed.  So nothing got moved. It rained briefly which did not assist.

Pizza first, when we got home.  We hung out briefly with Keith, Jeff and Brian C.

Woke at 4, fired off an email to the old landpeers, unpacked ten boxes and now I contemplate the ruins of my good intentions and the prospect of unpacking about a hundred more boxes, shifting furniture, etc. etc.

Miss Margot proves her worth yet again

I have never been more impressed with a kitten than I am with this little critter.  With an aplomb that was miraculous to view, she adjusted to the move (although not to the car ride during which she gave Jeff the hairy eyeball and screeched continuously, so much for being quiet) and then she kicked it up a notch. 

Gizmo was very very freaked out.  We had a ‘quiet room’ for them in the new house, but Gizmo just crawled into his cat carrier and shoved himself against the back wall.  Margot stepped into the front of the cat carrier and cuddled with him because he smelled scared (she’s been sniffing him a lot).  Now Gizmo and Margot are roaming the house together, and snoozed under the downstairs coffee table together last night.  Jeff says, “Shared trauma’ll do that to ya.” 

I hope that later on today we’ll be able to let them out for the first time. 

Dentist appt this afternoon.  Fillings.  Grody.  Then back to the old house.  Grody.  Then more unpacking.  Grody.  Do… not….want…..

Briefly….

Move 99.44% complete.  One/ two last carload(s) and cleaning and then we’re outta there.  Slept in the new place last night. Woke up with a new song in my head (always a good sign). Took the bar off the back door to freak the landpeers out, and it worked.  Really, I shouldn’t have, but DAMN it felt good to return a serve for a change.  Rassenfrassen.

She Gets Like That:

Chorus:

I love you, I hate you, I need you, I miss you

Growing older never made me wise

When I think how I felt the last time I was with you

It’s a feeling that logic defies.

First half, first verse (there’s more, but it ain’t settled)

I have tried to walk away

but my thoughts will not wear shoes

I would pity my poor mind

if I had a mind to lose

When somebody says hello

I jump straight up just like a cat

My friends all raise their eyebrows

and remark “She gets like that”

etc etc.

Aren’t you worried?

Jeff was looking at me blog amidst the pile of debris that is our shared accommodation currently, and wondered aloud that I might perhaps want to do other things.  But all I can think about is how somebody took a picture of me with Drew Curtis last night, and I hope he emails it to me so I can prove I partied with the founder of Fark.com.

The Farkers were a SUPER nice mostly young bunch and Keith joined me for the party of the first part.  I only had two beers and was home by 11.