So we have a working stove now and it’s very exciting! We’ve spent the past two weeks living on toast, cup o’ noodles, and instant mashed potato packets, since the old stove shut off for being leaky and potentially dangerous. But we headed out to one of the used appliance stores in town and found a very nice gas stove that’s probably from the last decade (so at least thirty years newer than the one we had) and they deliver, install, and haul away the old one on the same day for a very low price. I can cook again! It’s inordinately exciting.
Oh hey, I forgot to post these - DEVOtional pics! We didn’t get too many as the camera is in a box somewhere and the Doc had to use his phone, but you get the idea.
what a good kitter!!! i’m glad he found such a good home
Aww, thank you! We’re doing our best. We had intended to go and get my old barn cat buddy first thing when we got moved, but my Mom called and told me they had a cat dumped off who needed us, so now we have Fred! The Doc has never had a cat, so it’s all a learning experience for him, and I haven’t had a kitten in years and I’m relearning how energetic they are and how much stuff they get into :) He’s such a little doll, though; he’s so affectionate and tractable - he even charmed everyone in the vet office by attempting to cadge pettings and playtime from everyone who came to examine him.
Hey there friends - Fearless Frederick would like to say hello! You can call him Freddie, though; he doesn’t mind. At about four months old he’s had a pretty eventful life so far, what with whatever happened to his eye and being dumped at my folks’ place and living outdoors until we were able to come and get him. He’s feeling much better now since he’s he’s been dewormed, de-flea’d, vaccinated, washed, tested negative for the nasty stuff, and given antibiotics for his eye (which the vet says is healing, but how far it will heal we don’t know - we’ll just have to wait and see.) He has the run of most of the house when we’re up, and he spends the nights and the times we’re out in the Kitty Room (which is what we turned the small bedroom into for now, until he’s a little older and can be unsupervised.) He also is being spoiled rotten, as you might expect. :)
Fred’s really the perfect cat; we can’t understand why he was dumped. He’s affectionate- he purrs if you look at him- very well socialized, instantly litter trained, quiet, and comes when you call him. Well, their loss is our gain.
Well, all our stuff is finally in here, we got our kitty, and I lost two days to anxiety and panic attacks from all the big life changes. But I appear to be on the upswing! There will be pics of Fred soon, once he slows down enough for us to snap some, and pics of the trailer once we’re got some of the stuff sorted and put away. It’s a sea of boxes and we have no idea where anything is and it still doesn’t smell or look like home yet, but we’re getting there.
*hugs* congratulations! I hope the excitement outweighs the nostalgia
Thank you! #hugs# I am sure it will soon - being absolutely exhausted has a lot to do with it, I think. We’ve been at this a week, with a trip to Cleveland yesterday thrown in (although that was absolutely necessary and did a lot for our morale, if not for our tiredness level :) and even though we had a lot of help we’re still just completely done in.
I’ll get some more pictures for you guys soon; it’s just that right now if is absolutely swamped with boxes and the place looks appalling. :)
Okay, that’s it. The last load is out in the car, and we’ll bring it in tomorrow. We’re too tired to do it tonight. But we’re officially moved out of the old place and into the new.
It’s amazing how much stuff you can accumulate living somewhere for nearly thirteen years. And the Doc had six years there to accumulate stuff. The trailer is awash in a sea of boxes and bags. We’re going to get rid of a lot of stuff; it’s just that we had to move it first, I guess. And build bookshelves. Lots of bookshelves. That will solve a lot of space issues.
So, the longest phase of my adult life to date re: living arrangements is over, and a new one is beginning. Tomorrow we hand over the keys, but as of today we don’t live there any more. And it’s a good thing; I mean, we have our own place now that we own (even if we’re still renting the land it rests on) and it’s awesome. We can do what we want with it, and the possibilities are endless. But the apartment was a good home for a long time, and it’s sad to think that it’s not home any more. Change is always challenging, even when it’s for the best.
Being exhausted doesn’t help either, I suppose. Off for tea and a film.
We are determined to get the move over tonight, but it is really kicking our asses. A couple more loads yet, and hauling out a huge amount of garbage and recyclables, and a bit of vacuuming and wiping surfaces and we can put paid to it.
It’s weird, though. The apartment is starting to smell like it did when I moved in, which kind of messes with me. And holy shit do we own a lot of stuff. A lot of it will be sold/donated/given away, but right now we have to move all of it first.
We need a different stove in the new place, too - it’s shot. We had to turn it off because the broken oven door arm meant the heat leaked up on the stovetop dials, cooking them and the rubber gaskets in them, causing them to leak gas slightly. Not ideal. Tuesday morning we’re out for a new (well, new to us anyway) stove. It would be tomorrow but we’re driving to my folks’ to get our new kitty. Pics of him will appear once he’s cleaned up enough to be presented to company :)
Okay dinner’s over, back at it. Burning daylight.