Small Steps… Always

Still not much going on lately. πŸ˜πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ I’ve been continuing the incremental bits of cleaning and packing up of stuff, spreading the work out over time so I don’t excessively aggravate any of my gimpy parts. I wish that it made a bigger visual difference in the house, but honestly most of what I’ve been doing has revolved around cleaning out closets, working in the (rarely used) basement, and cleaning out various junk drawers. It’s nice to get my desk organized though, with all the “office stuff” that used to be scattered around the house. πŸ€“

It’s still being done mostly for the sake of “doing something” during my otherwise lackluster days, along with the feeling of accomplishment when a long-delayed project / task is finally finished. πŸ˜•πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™‚οΈ I’m not usually thinking about it, but it’s feeling more and more like I’m subconsciously preparing the house and myself to eventually move out of here. πŸ€”πŸ€¨ I’ve talked about the reasons before, which are all still valid, but when I’m not getting any younger and have been dealing with my various health problems – I think I just wanna be closer to town, people, stores, fast food, civilization, etc… just for convenience sake, if nothing else.

Meh… like I said, it’s not something that’s in my thoughts most days, but the idea is there. And in the same way that I’ve had to make adjustments to my daily life due to my disability and thyroid / energy issues, I can just see how being closer to all that stuff in general could make life easier and more bearable when it comes to the things that are a little more challenging for me. πŸ‘¨πŸ»β€πŸ¦―πŸ€• I’ve got several friends that are feeling similarly, as they realize they’re a little more isolated than they’d like, so I think that’s also partially motivating me. Where do I want to live? 😐 Who knows. πŸ˜… But at least the chores that I do, essentially just to give myself some purpose, is preparing me for whenever I might be ready for whatever the next phase will be.

Observador de Gatos

I just completed a two-night assignment as “cat sitter” to help out Cassi. 😳 Maintenance needed to be in and out of their apartment over the past couple days, and my house was the most logical place to deposit them so they wouldn’t be in anyone’s way or escape out into the neighborhood. 😺 Her and her mom’s three cats, the two cats that she inherited from Mom and Dad, and then my kitty upstairs… heh… it was a full house here.

My basement is separated down the middle, so we quarantined Z and Lily on one side and the rest of them on the other. I’d go down every couple of hours to check in on everyone and make sure everything was okay, and since Cassi’s cats had been here before they just settled into their old routine with their favorite spots to claim. 😼 On the other side, Z wasn’t thrilled about the temporary relocation in general so she was being a grump, but Lily seemed excited to get to explore “new stuff” and would always run to greet me and love on me when I’d pop open the door. That was a different look for her. 😊

It was an interesting process, getting them all loaded up for the return home. 😬 Lily and Z were both fine after a bit of objection about being loaded into their carriers. 😾 The others… well, the others were free to roam about the cabin as they pleased, so Cassi just had to hope that they’d all be chill once she was on the road. πŸ˜… I didn’t get any texts or calls, so I’m guessing they made it okay.

Funny thing is, during the whole process of getting them out of the basement and into her car, Maven just laid on the floor in the living room, oblivious to any noises they were making or what was going on just a couple rooms away. I’m glad though… ‘cuz this is her house first, and one of my conditions was that we did it in a way where my cat didn’t even have to knowΒ that there was company in the lower level.