September 02, 2004
I like to move it move it.
There are boxes in the cottage with my stuff in them!
Jacob and I moved our books, a roll of carpet pad, and my yet-unassembled computer desk into our brand-spanking-new extra bedroom last night. It was so exciting I almost fell down the stairs with a box of books. Okay, I didn't, but I was slightly afraid that I was going to. The other rooms still need some minor hardware (this is hardware like window handles, not hardware like walls) and the doors are going to be re-keyed today, but we couldn't wait. It's a point of pride to actually be able to say we've started moving.
Tomorrow is a day off work; Monday is a day off work; the next time I wake up at 6:45 I'll be seeing the sun come through the neighbor's flowers instead of the walnut tree. I guess that's not so different, is it? But I'll eat breakfast at the kitchen table, because it won't be jammed into an inaccessible corner between two walls, a bookshelf, a coffee table and two armchairs. I'll shower in the room with the huge bathtub and very shiny hardware. Oh, and two doors. TWO. That's one door for me and one door for Jacob!
I'll go in one door, take my shower, and go out the other door just because I can. Then I'll walk all the way around through the study, living room, and kitchen to get back to the bedroom, just because I can. Maybe the cats will follow me in a big circle around the whole house. If they do, I'll go back in the bathroom and back out the other side and lead them around again. Meow, they'll say plaintively, what the hell are you doing? Where's my food, and who's this other cat? Because, you see, there'll be two of them: one for each bathroom door.
Michele, may we please acquire some catscatscats this weekend? One for us, and one for Katie. Then Jacob and I will have two cats--one for each of us--and Katie will have one cat--one for each of her--and Frank will have one puppy--for each of him. Four pets, four people, not counting the mezzanine.
COTTAGE! CATS! All I need now is climbing roses and matching teacups.
Posted by dianna at September 2, 2004 11:02 AM
If the cats truly do follow you around the house, it'll be the cutest thing to happen since.... the last cute fuzz-thing. I think I'd like to open and close each door several hundred times. Just to convince myself that we truly do have a multiroom house to ourselves.
(PS - sneaky Hudsucker reference)
Nooooo! There are a limited number of open-and-closes! If you use them all up we won't have any more, and then we won't have a multi-room house to ourselves! It'll spontaneously become a one-room house; all the doors and interior walls will roll back on themselves and the inside space will fuse into one small bedroom. You'd be sleeping on the couch forEVER for that one, mister.
p.s. In fact. I was giggling madly for five minutes while I tried to think of a way to fit it in.
Well, FINE. If I can't open and close the doors, I'll just flick the lights on and off. So there.
catcatcats! can i bring them on sunday around...3pm? hmm...or maybe 2:30/3pm. will that be ok? sweet! my mom will be so happy. she wants to have less cats so badly.
Sunday around 2:30/3 sounds perfect to me. Cats at last! Thank you for providing cat transportation!
Your MOM's gonna be so happy. Er, wait. Yes. That's what I meant.
the principles of feng shui state that there should always be one more animal than person in any household. do you want a dog? brian is giving away such a cutie.
you could always take the dog to your parent's house and keep him there for a few days and then make sure he makes it to ARF or the spca. short range solutions are good too.
yes, or i could at least stop trying to pimp him to everyone. sadly the spca shelters won't take him without guaranteeing a no-kill and arf only takes dogs from shelters, not from people.
dianna--sorry about the ad. just, you know, dogs. i get all sniffly. and then i get all crazy.
It was a futile effort anyway; not only has Jacob explicitly stated that he won't be having with a pet:human ratio greater than 1:1, but I suspect that any suggestion of keeping a dog in the cottage would result in the landlord calmly explaining his misgivings about it. With a really big pointy stick.