Hey, what do you think?! I moved the office ("office." Pfft.) into the back room. I thought I'd keep the boxes exactly like this forever. It's a good look. And apparently there is a NEW dog in the adjoining yard out there, and I'd let Yellow and Mellow go back there with their Hello, My Name Is... stickers on if they'd STOP FREAKING BARKING at 8 in the morning. I keep letting them out then calling them back in. You know who's probably happy we're back? Is everyone.
I already saw my serial killer across-the-street neighbor. He looks exactly the same with his ZZ Top beard; his car looks exactly the same. The bodies in his freezer look exactly the same. So.
I know it is paining some of you greatly that you don't know EXACTLY when I'm posting things, so I will tell you this is a live post. As in, it's Thursday morning, I moved yesterday, and I did not meditate yesterday or today yet. I have half a day off today, so I plan do to TWO meditations before work and after the Stanley Steamer guy comes. Am I the only one who hears the word "steamer" and immediately thinks of poop?
Stanley Pooper's going to be cleaning the green chair and also my wing-back chair...
...both of which have been sat on by Edsel industriously over the year. I took the gate from the old house, and set it up between the dining room and the living room. So the dogs will have access to everywhere except the living room, and there will be no chair-sitting. As you can see, that's going swimmingly so far. But last night was our first night here, and it was a special occasion.
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Talu slept with me last night, and she spooned me. She put her dog paws around me and sighed on my neck. I'm sure she'd be thoroughly annoyed that I told you that. Ruin her street cred.
Are you stunned at how quickly everything is in place? I kind of am, too. I mean, I'm back here in box world, but my bedroom is just exactly how I left it, and the living room is good. I want to paint the bookshelves before I put books away. I see a million things I want to fix in this house. Dammit.
Oh, and did anyone admire my King Kamehameha TV up there? ONE OF YOU GOT ME THAT. All the stuff you sent me from my wish list, I didn't even take from boxes, I just forced my tenant, fmr, to take them here. So I finally am getting to enjoy my new stuff and THANK YOU ALL OH MY GOD. I am also, in photo one, drinking from my new cup from the set that you sent me!
When I lived here before, I put Tallulah's food dish in the kitchen and Edsel's here in this back room. This time, I turned that stupid computer room with the bad floor into a pet room. The dogs' beds are in there, as is the litter box, and Edsel's dish. Last night when I fed them for the first time, Edsel automatically ran back here to his old phantom dish. I can't believe he remembered that. Edsel. Not as dumb as you think.™
This morning I got up and made coffee, and I was looking out my kitchen window while I ran the water, and it was so familiar, that sight, and then I thought, Holy cats, I'm looking out my kitchen window!
Weird.
Here's a closeup and therefore blurry shot of Iris on my lap last night, and Lily licking her. Turns out neither cat relishes a ride in the car. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. It's literally a five-minute drive and you'd have thought I'd ridden them here on the engine, with the caterwauling. Lu and Eds were in the front, all, Wat wif cats? Car be fun!
So. There it is. We're here now, and so on. Yesterday I was gathering the last of the stuff, and I remembered my blue throw was on my old, tall Ned bed, so I went in there to get it, and I stupidly laid my head on Ned's pillow for a minute. I could smell him. And then I cried as hard as a human can cry without, I don't know, dying or something. Ned sent me an email yesterday and all I said was, "I will miss you till the day I die."
I will miss him till the day I die, too. I hate this.
Home-ily,
June
