Oedipus or Homer (because of the eye issues)

or ... Sticky, Tar, Double Yellow ...

What color is he?

He is orange stripey. I believe that he was named "Raden" this morning over breakfast burritos. Raden is a Chinese thunder god, I believe.

We spent our first night in the new house last night. Not on a bed, mind you, but Mrs Elspode on the couch and I on the loveseat. Didn't matter, as we were, and are, exhausted. We got a bunch of stuff moved yesterday, and I finished off my son's apartment today. Now we've got to get him a bit better set up in his new place, but at least we're completely *done* with one of the dwellings we've been dealing with. Our old home has a long way to go yet.

We brought all the cats over last night, and they are totally freaking out. We won't let them outside until they've had a week or two to get used to the new place (i.e., until they realize that this is where the food lives). Durga in particular is about half crazy. She only ever comes into the house to eat anyway, so it is especially important that she relate food to new house lest she try to find her way back to the old home. Tomorrow, the birds.

I'm making this post from my living room couch on the laptop over the now functional wireless router. Little steps...little steps.

We also had our first sabbat ritual in our new backyard. It was awesome. Everyone was nearly giddy with the coolness of the vibe. The biggest reason we bought this particular place, next to having a residence for my son, was to have a place for our coven and community activities. If today's attendance of 50 was any indication, we're going to be rather successful at that. We even had angry neighbors call the police because of the parking situation. Off to a great start.:)

:D

That is a remarkably good likeness of this cat...

Awwww!!!! That kitten is extremely lucky. It makes me sad and happy at the same time when stuff like this happens. I am sad because a living being was in that condition, but happy that it is going to turn out all right. You are both wonderful people to help this poor guy out!

And congradulations on the progress. Like you said, little steps. You will get done eventually. :) In the meantime, I will be sending many good vibes your way!

At last, I have five consecutive free days to attempt to get the hell out of my old house completely and into this new one. By Friday night, I could be sleeping in my bed again instead of on a loveseat. I could have my desk and my desktop computer and a chair instead of sitting on the floor, typing on the laptop which is sitting on a box.

Tonight was spent picking up a free portable dishwasher, courtesy of a friend who had been looking to get rid of one. Bonus! This freed up the money to pick up the riding mower I'm getting in the AM. Unexpected expense for today was oldest son's air conditioner failing to keep up with the 102 degree heat in his barn attic loft, and so $350 later, he has one three times the size freshly installed.

Part of what has made this housing transition more difficult is the fact that I have had two households to deal with...Stephen's, and ours. In addition to getting his new AC installed, I also got him onto the wireless broadband connection. Fortunately, that was simple, but he isn't setting any broadband records...11-18 mbps, as opposed to the 54 mbps we're getting here in the main house. Still, it is over 20 times faster than what he had with dialup, and it works quite usably. He's pretty damn happy with it, anyway.

New kitty is settling in with Stephen quite nicely, but two of ours managed to get outside today. One came back, and one has not. We'll see what happens. She's a wild thing, and perhaps she's just getting the lay of the land.

Busy day tomorow, as usual. Nite, all.

What is a portable dishwasher? A freestanding thing that just doesn't get installed under the counter? Or something else?

A child?

We had one that came with our house. When we redid our kitchen and got a real installed dishwasher, we gave our portable one away to a co-worker who was VERY happy to get it. This portable dishwasher was the same size as a real one, but was on wheels and could be rolled around the kitchen. You hook it up to the faucet of the sink via a special adapter. Turn the sink all the way onto hot, plug the washer in, and start it. It discharges into the sink. It had a butcher block top, so it was used as a giant cutting board too.

Only problem was that it was noisy as hell, especially as it discharged into the sink.

We were actually going to buy a new one, on purpose, so as to not have to lose any cabinet space. We do have a perfect wall for it to park against when not in use, though, so it was a good solution. It is a Whirpool, probably about six or seven years old, but it looks and works like new, and is reasonably quiet.

Did the explorer cat ever come back?

Have been offline for a few days. Am really glad that things are moving along nicely for you, Els. Continuing to send good vibes from Scotland (and England next week when I'm on holiday!).

Durga is now three days gone. We are officially concerned, but there was really nothing to be done about it. We had kept her in long enough that she was literally insane, shredding part of the curtains and dashing from room to room, yowling at the top of her lungs. I still hold out hope that she will return.

We're still pretty crazy busy. Old house is mostly empty now save for fridge and garage. As if things weren't stimulating enough, my father, whom I haven't seen in 15 years, pulled into my new driveway with his camper today and is staying over for a day or two. We are also expected to attend a family reunion tomorrow. It isn't that I don't want to go, but damn...we still have a lot of work to do, and we're down to a week to do it in. We've been putting in twelve hour work days the past couple of days, and it is going to be cutting it close to be done at the old place by next Sunday.

Pretty much bedtime now. More as I am able. Thanks for all the good thoughts and words of encouragement.

Put the old man to work; hell, no freeloaders here. "OK, Dad, when i've moved this stuff, sweep this room." and "Be a sweet guy and go get the stuff on this grocery list".

Actually, I wish I could go to that family reunion of yours. Sounds like a Hoooot.

Did you tell him you moved....and where? :whofart: