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The Arrival!
Sep. 6th, 2022 02:40 amSteph arrived last Sunday night! Everything has been somewhat A Lot since then!
Ev has a schedule for move-in, finally. The painters are to be here Soon. After the painters, the cleaning. After the cleaning, the move-in. (The cleaners will need the garage to stage their stuff.) Naturally, the soon to be former apartment complex is fucking with their parking lot, right during Move Week, such that there will likely be far more cars than available spaces for residents, let alone visitors. There are ways around this but it will still suck. Belovedest has taken some time off work to help.
We took down light fixtures the 27th. We'll bring the dolly up next time so she can start hauling things. I'm thinking maybe also the little green wagon, for smaller things & so more than one person can take loads at once (depending on the load). I'm still considering whether I should just spend the night at the house for the Move Week, since it's going to be chaos.
(Update: one of the judo guys has proposed a quick midweek move before the planned chaos, and I'm hopeful for that.)
Alex was supposed to have a dental appointment the other day, but the office of that dental appointment is Disorganized. To wit, the office called to tell them that their appointment would need to be rescheduled, they failed to leave a message, and somewhat after that? THEY TEXTED TO CONFIRM THE APPOINTMENT. Fail.
The plan is for Steph to establish an in-state rental history while considering options for a more long-term situation (among other things, Steph needs easy access to THE WILD PLACES, like INGVA and Escape Calico). Conveniently, their datefriend is now within a much shorter distance! Gabrielle and Pippin are with as well.
One needs an office. After some consultation, Steph moved the desk to the sunniest part of the basement, and set up other things. The two tall and slightly wobbly bookshelves got scooted out of the dungeon area and over to the bed nook, and promptly got used to store the tools that had been disorganized all over the new office space.
My role was mostly explaining some of the things and okaying the annexation of some others. I did manage to start some of the outstanding Dead Grandma Object fabric and such. I also uncovered some of the king sized sheets that we'd been looking for earlier this summer. Including the fitted sheet.
(This is me being slightly smug about "winning" a discussion: Belovedest did not remember the fitted sheets of those sets, but I could have sworn. Now we have found the other flat sheet and the first fitted sheet, with one fitted sheet still unlocated. I'm pretty sure the newly uncovered sheets went downstairs during a hot spell a while ago, for the old mattress that was being stored in the "dungeon". The idea being to be able to sleep there during the heat, and this idea abruptly being canceled because the mattress had been Very Catted.)
Having organized the tools, the major project now is to Pippin-proof the basement as best as can be done. Peecat needs fewer targets.
I cannot fully explain the bacon flavored Torani syrup.
I managed to clip Pippin's claws. She's very polite about it, but very much Does Not Want.
Both local cats have now at least briefly met the newcomers. When Pippin was in the L O N G C A R R I E R in the living room, Yellface approached (but not too closely) and hissed a few times, to make sure that Pippin knew her place. (Pippin was not impressed, and yowled some.) When I was the one taking Gabrielle out, I tried harnessing and leashing Escape Calico. I held her as I opened the door. She made as if to scram, but I was holding her, so instead she growled and musked my water bottle lightly. She kept growling as I tried to leash Gabrielle (who kept moving around to make it harder, of course). She continued growling from the safe spot on my shoulder as we found a good peeing spot outside, enough that I let her just sit there and emote hands-free. I've never heard her growl before. After the walk was done, I brought Escape Calico to her bedroom with a pouch of chicken treat, because she was such a Brave Girl.
The encounter between Pippin and Escape Calico was confined to some staring at a careful distance.
Yellface was not enthused about being loose downstairs with a loose Gabrielle, and didn't particularly care for Pippin being in Peecat Jail (the cage that Yellface had been in briefly while radioactive). She spent most of that afternoon hiding. In retrospect this may have been an omen of the UTI that manifested unmistakably at fuck o'clock Thursday morning. She also encountered Gabrielle tonight (Friday). Yellface was sitting comfortably on the couch. Steph brought Gabrielle up, and Yellface stared at her across the room. Then Gabrielle sat down much closer to the couch. Yellface continued staring warily. She didn't hiss until Gabrielle looked directly at her, at which point she hissed and growled just a little. She stopped emoting after Gabrielle turned away. Then Steph led Gabrielle back downstairs.
Ev has a schedule for move-in, finally. The painters are to be here Soon. After the painters, the cleaning. After the cleaning, the move-in. (The cleaners will need the garage to stage their stuff.) Naturally, the soon to be former apartment complex is fucking with their parking lot, right during Move Week, such that there will likely be far more cars than available spaces for residents, let alone visitors. There are ways around this but it will still suck. Belovedest has taken some time off work to help.
We took down light fixtures the 27th. We'll bring the dolly up next time so she can start hauling things. I'm thinking maybe also the little green wagon, for smaller things & so more than one person can take loads at once (depending on the load). I'm still considering whether I should just spend the night at the house for the Move Week, since it's going to be chaos.
(Update: one of the judo guys has proposed a quick midweek move before the planned chaos, and I'm hopeful for that.)
Alex was supposed to have a dental appointment the other day, but the office of that dental appointment is Disorganized. To wit, the office called to tell them that their appointment would need to be rescheduled, they failed to leave a message, and somewhat after that? THEY TEXTED TO CONFIRM THE APPOINTMENT. Fail.
The plan is for Steph to establish an in-state rental history while considering options for a more long-term situation (among other things, Steph needs easy access to THE WILD PLACES, like INGVA and Escape Calico). Conveniently, their datefriend is now within a much shorter distance! Gabrielle and Pippin are with as well.
One needs an office. After some consultation, Steph moved the desk to the sunniest part of the basement, and set up other things. The two tall and slightly wobbly bookshelves got scooted out of the dungeon area and over to the bed nook, and promptly got used to store the tools that had been disorganized all over the new office space.
My role was mostly explaining some of the things and okaying the annexation of some others. I did manage to start some of the outstanding Dead Grandma Object fabric and such. I also uncovered some of the king sized sheets that we'd been looking for earlier this summer. Including the fitted sheet.
(This is me being slightly smug about "winning" a discussion: Belovedest did not remember the fitted sheets of those sets, but I could have sworn. Now we have found the other flat sheet and the first fitted sheet, with one fitted sheet still unlocated. I'm pretty sure the newly uncovered sheets went downstairs during a hot spell a while ago, for the old mattress that was being stored in the "dungeon". The idea being to be able to sleep there during the heat, and this idea abruptly being canceled because the mattress had been Very Catted.)
Having organized the tools, the major project now is to Pippin-proof the basement as best as can be done. Peecat needs fewer targets.
I cannot fully explain the bacon flavored Torani syrup.
I managed to clip Pippin's claws. She's very polite about it, but very much Does Not Want.
Both local cats have now at least briefly met the newcomers. When Pippin was in the L O N G C A R R I E R in the living room, Yellface approached (but not too closely) and hissed a few times, to make sure that Pippin knew her place. (Pippin was not impressed, and yowled some.) When I was the one taking Gabrielle out, I tried harnessing and leashing Escape Calico. I held her as I opened the door. She made as if to scram, but I was holding her, so instead she growled and musked my water bottle lightly. She kept growling as I tried to leash Gabrielle (who kept moving around to make it harder, of course). She continued growling from the safe spot on my shoulder as we found a good peeing spot outside, enough that I let her just sit there and emote hands-free. I've never heard her growl before. After the walk was done, I brought Escape Calico to her bedroom with a pouch of chicken treat, because she was such a Brave Girl.
The encounter between Pippin and Escape Calico was confined to some staring at a careful distance.
Yellface was not enthused about being loose downstairs with a loose Gabrielle, and didn't particularly care for Pippin being in Peecat Jail (the cage that Yellface had been in briefly while radioactive). She spent most of that afternoon hiding. In retrospect this may have been an omen of the UTI that manifested unmistakably at fuck o'clock Thursday morning. She also encountered Gabrielle tonight (Friday). Yellface was sitting comfortably on the couch. Steph brought Gabrielle up, and Yellface stared at her across the room. Then Gabrielle sat down much closer to the couch. Yellface continued staring warily. She didn't hiss until Gabrielle looked directly at her, at which point she hissed and growled just a little. She stopped emoting after Gabrielle turned away. Then Steph led Gabrielle back downstairs.
