so it goes

[baronessekat]

Been dealing with the now icky task of UNPACKING.

To me this task is infinately worse than packing. With packing there comes a point where you don't care and just throw what ever you are holding in the nearest box/bin/bag and move on. Unpacking requires the consideration of where something is going to live from now on.

Yesterday I took the cable boxes and modem from the apartment back to Time WArner and got the cable for the apartment cancelled. As much as I would like to cancel the other utilities there I can't. Need the gas for the hot water I will need for the cleaning portion of the show. And electric will be helpful for lights at night as well as providing power for the radio to keep me sane while I'm there packing/cleaning/painting.

Back at the Doma, I got the coffee table moved from the living room into the family room so that I have a place to fold laundry again. The table used to live there eons ago before my father got sick and we had to worry about him tripping over it. I"m much happier now to have it back where it belongs.

Got the whatnot shelf hung in the family room and the collection of little eeyores are now out of the box and on the shelves. Also got one load of large eeyores temporarily unpacked (it's temporary as the shelves that the will eventually permanently live on are still on the walls at the apartment).

I have also gotten the two things that are most important unpacked (at least in my world)- all the paperbacks that are at the Doma are now on bookshelves, and my dress/work boots have been unpacked. Who needs anything more?

Slowly making my way through the laundry.

I've been trying really hard to break some bad habits I had in my apartments. I've actually made the bed every day so far. Even down to putting the throw pillows on too. I've put dirty closes in the hamper. I've rinsed and put dishes in the dishwasher before going to bed.

What has really shocked me though is the effect of the house on Miss Alex. She has always been, by nature, a loner cat, and ver anti-social and nontactile. But Saturday night when people were around she made an appearance. And the last several nights, when I sit down at the computer to relax before bed, she has come into the office space and laid down on the floor by my chair and just been there nearby. She's also been more "aggressive" for attention with walking up to me, burshing against me, even "acking" at me to reach down and pet her.

I'm ready for everything to be over. The little unpacking fairies can come in anytime now and finish the work.

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[damedini.livejournal.com]

I can come down after Pennsic and help out. Sorry I couldn't be there for the move.