The day following my last blog entry I was hit on the side of my head with a big rock (or, more accurately, a chunk of concrete) about six inches in length when some kid threw said rock/chunk at my car and it came in through the open passenger side window and struck me. ( I was going 50 mph ) Car is fine. Head is fine. I actually wasn't hit that hard. It seems to me it was about as hard as it could be without seriously hurting me, but as it was it nearly knocked me out, and gashed my head so that I required stitches. I say stitches but I got staples. Now I look sort of like the victim of an office copy machine collating task gone horribly awry. The good news is the healing is probably 80-90% done, and the staples are coming out tomorrow. Yay.
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So, slightly out of sorts, I didn't get much accomplished this week as far as my move in December. I thought about stuff though! Which counts. I have a plan for the kittehs, who unfortunately will remain in the Midwest. I hate doing that. I have a friend in California who I think is mad at me, but no one wants to move two cats 1,600 miles, or whatever, and if you've ever apartment hunted, you will realize that two cats will cost you plenty in terms of extra deposits and "pet rent." (Don't get me started on that. It's right up there with "application fee" on the bullshit scale.) There is also the issue of a mild (I guess) cat allergy I have. The last time I lived without a cat in the house was 1984. Since that date, I have taken roughly 12,045 Claritin or Claritin substitute pills to keep my head clear. That can't be good for me. At any rate, I'm anxious to get off of it. I can't help but think my flagging immune system will get at least a slight boost by me taking cat dander out of the equation.
My last, recent, move leaves me with a minimum amount of extraneous crap, so I actually believe I can get rid of it before December. At this point, I am leaning heavily toward getting rid of all regular furniture and moving with just my belongings and clothes. It doesn't really sound realistic, but I have a platform bed that breaks down into fairly short boards and lots of hex wrench fasteners, and a couple of antique drawleaf tables (with chairs) that also break down and can be boxed. I doubt I will be able to move in just my car, but maybe a small trailer . . . ???? I dunno. Needs more thought. I can always hire it done and to be realistic, again, that's probably what will wind up happening.
The really crappy Kansas City summer we are having this year only strengthens my resolve to move to California. It will be hot where I'm going, but . . . I'm not even going to say it. Here, we reached 101 degrees today, and it was a very humid heat. Not a dry . . . well, I'm not going to say it.
So that's The Stone. A pretty good chunk. I'd say you're mighty lucky. Angels and all that. Adds a new dimension to the say ... rock on dude.
ReplyDeleteNice you can stop taking the Claritin. The less the better with all that stuff, right? And I'm sure the kittehs will do just fine. They are in a no-kill shelter with lots of new friends until their new human friend comes along. I'm so glad that the "ALWAYS ADOPT" policy is gaining momentum.
As for furniture, a few years ago we scrapped our, as they say, "living room" and with a couple of trips to IKEA turned what was a mostly dead space into an art studio. The IKEA in Sacramento is fabulous. We got wonderful tables and storage spaces there and all the rest. We redid our offices too. Now the house is mostly IKEA. Like you, we got rid of most of our stuff when we moved from Oregon to Nevada so there wasn't that much to get rid of when we made the transition. I'd never go back.