A Room of My Own
May. 5th, 2021 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishadayClosing on Dad's house was delayed nine interminable days. We had a week's grace because someone (DAD) wasn't far enough along on packing his garage up, and then passed that into 'the house is empty, may as well stay in the hotel.' The cats remained in the empty house, and were not best pleased. Finally, we were on the road.
We made Price, UT the first night, and just past Boise to Ontario, OR the second night. The first night Darlene managed to get up in a rip in the box spring on the hotel bed. Extracting her was a treat. Second night though I was up early and nabbed her before the hotel noises drove her into hiding. Tossed her in the carrier and no needing to completely turn over the bed.
The drive wasn't bad. I wasn't in a horrific hurry like last May, and I had Dad along to help drive. Salt Lake City wasn't the ultimate hell of construction: they'd finished what they'd been in the middle of last year, and we could use the commuter lane, which also helped. Dad wanted to make one stop at a small airport outside Mountain Home, Idaho on the second day, and we stopped to look at the Geiser Grand Hotel in Baker City, Oregon. We'd not gone far enough to stay there the previous day, but it was neat enough to stop for breakfast.
So we arrived in Seattle, tossed the cats in the empty condo and headed for a hotel for one more night. Last Monday was an errand day, the pods weren't to be delivered until Tuesday, and so I got my first shot! Such a relief to have that done, and the next one was scheduled before I'd even been poked.
I had bought a medium dog cage last May to spare the cats an eternity in their carriers, and I just brought it into the condo as is. It kept them firmly corralled as we unloaded the pods, and they're still comfortable in it, napping during the day while I work next to them Though now I'm at the stage of boxes everywhere - they're happy to use those as a jungle gym. They will be sad when their perches go away.
Then once I'd unloaded my pods, Dad and I went over to Port Orchard, where he and Mom had moved half their stuff a decade ago in a first stop to a move to the Northwest... that never came. We put a dent in things, but there's still far too much art (a couple paintings of my mother's that I want to keep, and some of my grandparents' that I don't), holiday decorations and ornaments, and boxes of books and and and. Two days and there's still more to do.
Sunday I'd hit my wall. Slept in, did laundry and thankfully Dad took himself off for a long walk in the park. I put him on a plane Monday and my condo is finally all mine. It's got way too many boxes still to be unpacked, but the quiet and the personal space is not to be undervalued.
I mean, except for these asshole coworkers who keep stealing my chair. If they weren't so cute...
We made Price, UT the first night, and just past Boise to Ontario, OR the second night. The first night Darlene managed to get up in a rip in the box spring on the hotel bed. Extracting her was a treat. Second night though I was up early and nabbed her before the hotel noises drove her into hiding. Tossed her in the carrier and no needing to completely turn over the bed.
The drive wasn't bad. I wasn't in a horrific hurry like last May, and I had Dad along to help drive. Salt Lake City wasn't the ultimate hell of construction: they'd finished what they'd been in the middle of last year, and we could use the commuter lane, which also helped. Dad wanted to make one stop at a small airport outside Mountain Home, Idaho on the second day, and we stopped to look at the Geiser Grand Hotel in Baker City, Oregon. We'd not gone far enough to stay there the previous day, but it was neat enough to stop for breakfast.
So we arrived in Seattle, tossed the cats in the empty condo and headed for a hotel for one more night. Last Monday was an errand day, the pods weren't to be delivered until Tuesday, and so I got my first shot! Such a relief to have that done, and the next one was scheduled before I'd even been poked.
I had bought a medium dog cage last May to spare the cats an eternity in their carriers, and I just brought it into the condo as is. It kept them firmly corralled as we unloaded the pods, and they're still comfortable in it, napping during the day while I work next to them Though now I'm at the stage of boxes everywhere - they're happy to use those as a jungle gym. They will be sad when their perches go away.
Then once I'd unloaded my pods, Dad and I went over to Port Orchard, where he and Mom had moved half their stuff a decade ago in a first stop to a move to the Northwest... that never came. We put a dent in things, but there's still far too much art (a couple paintings of my mother's that I want to keep, and some of my grandparents' that I don't), holiday decorations and ornaments, and boxes of books and and and. Two days and there's still more to do.
Sunday I'd hit my wall. Slept in, did laundry and thankfully Dad took himself off for a long walk in the park. I put him on a plane Monday and my condo is finally all mine. It's got way too many boxes still to be unpacked, but the quiet and the personal space is not to be undervalued.
I mean, except for these asshole coworkers who keep stealing my chair. If they weren't so cute...
