I finally got rid of the cardboard that was piling up, cut it all to smithereens, taped it and hauled it to the curb. So glad that is done. I was holding on to it because the desk I ordered on-line was missing a piece. I give up on that, too.
Two for two.
Tomorrow will be training day for me at a new volunteer job. It will be essentially what I do at our Library, but using their software and process. I craft résumés, CVs and the rest from scratch. Templates are great, but they do not fit everyone and I like my clients to have tools that reflect them as precisely as possible.
I probably should just let this go, but one of my morning clients came in intoxicated. I could smell it all over him and it comes as no surprise that when I addressed the issue with him that he denied it, saying that it must be the whiskey he had last night. Alrighty, I can mention the
I cleared a few more boxes yesterday, but really need some shelving in order to organize the art and crafting stuff I managed to save in the whole moving all over the place thing. I had to donate my bookshelves to the charity shop because there was no place to store them. It could not be helped, and I really am missing them now. I did have a nice surprise, though, when I opened a box and found some of my spiritual stuff. Finding those chalices, the dragon kaleidoscope and a couple more crystals was just the happiness I needed.
My new home feels like home and is looking more like home every day. Some things are on the walls, I put together the kitchen table and chairs and desk, and furniture is coming soon. I have decided that the light coming into the place is so glorious that I will not be putting up any window treatments, not even any of my beloved lace panels, not even in my bedroom. I digress, but
I do not like CoolCat's food and water dishes between the stove and refrigerator, and am thinking to move them under the table, or someplace, but it is simply not comfortable-feeling where they are. Lots of things to work out, but he pretty much comes first. During the end days I had no place to go where he could come along. Two places to stay, a friend and my daughter, but allergy issues were paramount and I made and cancelled two appointments to have him euthanized. He is only 14 years old, but has chronic health issues and a crappy temperament, and four months of trying to find a home for him were unsuccessful.
In the end, we lived in a motel for a while until I found our new home. One of my friends, the one with whom I could have stayed, said at breakfast the other day that after everything I went through for him, "that damn cat better not die!" My sentiments exactly. :)
Back to work, assuming that the next client shows, and then fiber club and home to hang out and be groovy with CoolCat.
Life is freaking fabulous. Yep.