We have been trying to tie up all our loose ends at the old house, but it took a while, mostly because the mere act of walking in there makes us want to vomit now. But I'm pleased to announce that after a big push this afternoon, we are now 99.99 percent out of there. All that's left: some rags, a milk crate full of toxic chemicals, and the faint smell of mold. Oh, and the garden hose. We can't forget the hose.
The new, better house is coming together, but very, very slowly. So slowly. It seems like every single simple task requires fifteen additional steps to actually make it happen. Ok, I can't unpack this box until we've stabilized these shelves, which will need to be pulled down and re-anchored with drywall screws, which we can't find because there are boxes all over the goddamn place, and while I'm up here, why don't I just start botching this toilet paper holder installation job and, oh, never mind, I'll just sit here on the landing and weep; don't mind me, and...
Plus, god, the money. I feel like I drop at least fifty bucks every time I get in the car. I can't exactly beat myself up for spending money on things like wastebaskets and towel racks, but all that little crap adds up fast. My frugal (okay, cheap) little heart shrivels up and dies a little more every time I walk into Target. And the less said about yesterday's trip to IKEA the better, but screw it, we have something to put the TV on and I have a duvet cover that stays closed, so what do I have to bitch about? Plenty, as always, but even though it's been a little frustrating, it's in a fun sort of way.
Stinky seems to like it here pretty well. The only problem is that he's never lived with carpet, and I think he thinks it's some sort of grass because while he's never been a shit kitty, he's left a few deposits in a lesser-used corner. I really hope he figures out the distinction soon. I don't want to be making a monthly payment on the biggest litter box in the world.