My nails are a mess and all the emery boards have been packed away, I have a bruise on my shin now, and my left calf is not working. Yesterday was the hardest of all the damn moving days, so far.
I painted the front door--it's green on the outside and white inside. Then I touched up chips on door frames and so on. Then? I weeded.
Oh dear god.
I weeded for hours. Who knew I had this many damn weeds? And everything still looks weedy, if you ask me. But I give up at this point.
NedKitty is similarly enjoying her boxes, having no idea she will be sharing boxes with The Enemy in a few days. Ned, who is obsessed with that cat, went to the vet and got her some composure pills and a pheromone collar, both of which she's been taking for a week now and she seems much more outgoing as a result. "NedKitty feel great! Not no wy. We got any Doreetoes?"
"You know how my cats are going to handle this move?" I asked him. "They're gonna suck it up and take it like men." Composure pills. Jesus. Ned pointed out she is literally taking a chill pill.
I had to go to Target yesterday, because you can't move anywhere without going to Target 49 times a day, and next door is a PetSmart, where they were having dog adoption day, and who with the eleventy things she had to do took time out to look at dogs, do you think? There was a yellow puppy there, aka my type, and he was just little and his PAWSES WERE GIANT! Oh, it was cute. Every step he took, flop flop flop with those big feets. Naturally I adopted him and he's here now. You don't think Ned will notice, do yo?
Back when I was married to Marvin, I'd often head to that shopping center on weekends, and they were pretty much always having pet adoptions on weekends. Inevitably, I'd call him from the PetSmart. He'd pick up the phone with, "No," before I even got started. Whatever with Marvin.
I notice that Ned keeps saying, "I even love Edsel." He always says it that way. "I love ALL your pets. Even Edsel." As if Edsel needs an "even." Geez. I saw my next-door neighbor Paul (not to be confused with my ancient neighbor Paul, who I have not seen yet to say goodbye) and he said, "I thought you might be moving, with all the stuff going on over here lately. I'll miss you, but I won't miss Edsel."
Edsel tends to bark. All the time. I hope our new neighbors don't abhor us.
I had better get ready for work. It hurts to type. Did I also mention I burned my thumb? I have these stupid tiny square lights in the hall, and they're encased in metal, and of course the two middle lights burned out for the first time in six and a half years. Of course. I'd been in the attic, and when I shut the attic door, I noticed the two middle lights not working, and grabbed one.
It was like that scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark, where that guy gets the medallion burned into his hand. I hate everything.
Oh, and here's my Purple Clover for the week. It's about how I'm sick and tired of introverts. Aaaaand hateful comments start now.