Another night without much sleep, another early
morning.
No water.
My other neighbour calls, he has a water tank and
offered that we (Rose and I) could help ourselves to water from his tank! He
would leave his gate open, so we could walk in. His wife was held up at
gunpoint in that house a year ago, so I suggest he rather lock the gate – I could
climb over the fence at the back between our properties, and I would get Rose’s
water that way for her as well – he readily agreed.
Rose was already outside with a container – I asked if
she was in a hurry, she said ‘no’ so we arranged I’d come down after I’ve had
some coffee.
Off we went with our two water bottles, me climbing up
the rockery towards the fence – only to realise that the fence is too high for
me to climb over! I had seen our gardener do it, and it had looked easy enough …
but I just couldn’t! So we called our neighbour and asked if he could ask his
domestic to come to the fence; we’d hand her our containers and she could fill
them up for us. He did, and we went home with at least some water!
I tried calling the number again for an update, but
after 3 minutes on hold, I hung up. Rose has a landline – the call is free of
charge from a landline – so she called to find out what was happening. After 5
minutes on hold she was told ‘Dey woking on the pipes, dat why you have no
water!’ Sigh … very helpful!
Rose was going to be out most of the day, so she asked
that I message her when the water is back on. By 9 I heard my toilet cistern
filling up. I tried the taps, but there was just air. I tried again an hour
later, and this time there was actual water. Brown, of course, but water! So I
messaged Rose.
When I was sure the water wouldn’t be shut off again,
I started to washing machine – to wash the curtains. And then I got to work in
the spare bedroom. I packed several boxes, and started arranging them so that
the books are at the bottom and the lighter stuff on top. I’ve made quite some
progress … but looking around, there is so much still to do, I start to panic
again! Two months to not only get everything packed, but also everything else organized?
I started a list, writing down what I need to organize,
so I can start researching how.
Cat hotel
Carpet cleaning
Cancel garden drum
Cancel gardener
Give notice to rental agency
Pet Travelers / Movers
Drivers License
Visit Earl
Visit Lizzie
Video Ocean
Vet
…
…
So then I started a new list, with the details for one
item: The cats!
Starting point: Vet. Ask her about the effect of the
climate change on them, the parasites up there, about travelling … Stock up on
Catnip Shakers (can’t get them anywhere else! And that’s their favourite)
I looked online into pet flights, and every airline
posts the SPCA requirements, so I should go to SPCA to find out details.
Try Pet Movers, get some quotes, and get some airline
quotes – but, end of the year? That’s be the expensive season!
Then, research what best to do in the new home. How
long should I keep them shut indoors? Should I get a leash? With a harness or a
collar?
My mind is just spinning – all the things I need to
find out and then arrange. All for the last week of the year? I’m beginning to
panic … fear is setting in … just how on earth will I manage?
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