Bad night again. I went to bed, went to sleep – then
woke up again for no apparent reason and couldn’t go back to sleep. Lady Jane
came for a prolonged tummy-rubbing session, then Mewthos came to curl up under
the duvet with me again. He’s a restless sleeper and kicked me a couple of times
when he was turning around. Only one kick was sore, since he’s more wriggling
than kicking – the instant I said ‘Ouch’ he lay still and didn’t move again for
quite a while.
I don’t know what time it was when I finally managed
to sleep, Mewthos woke me with his now standard
run-through-the-bedroom-mewling-at-the-top-of-his-voice procedure. That was
about quarter to eight. I feel as if I haven’t really got any rest, yet.
Romeo was being a real pest this morning, even chased
Lady Jane in her own home, right into my bedroom! He tried to chase Ziva but
she’s somewhat feistier, ha ha. The bowl I had filled for him last night is
licked clean – not a drop, not a morsel left behind. I had an idea about that
during my tossing and turnings last night: If it’s only the jelly & gravy
my lot eat, then I can simply cook up a batch! That would deal with the ‘bacteria-in-inadequately-handled-raw-meat’
issue. Who knows, maybe they’ll even eat the meat! And I can use marrow-bones,
chicken livers and such – inexpensive ‘meat’.
I’m now trying to build up the whatever-you-call-it to
get up and get started. My whole body feels drained of energy, though, and many
muscles are in pain. Bearable, but unpleasant. I’ve scooped the litter box, now
I should do something about feeding myself.
Okay, that was good, just a slice of bread with the
last Bierschinken. So I’ve decided to try something very different: I’ve still
got the roll dough, though it should have been baked 3 days ago, plus I have
some Prego meat (I’m not using the sauce, it’s too spicy for my taste). The
rolls smell like beer – that’s the yeast, still not a good thing for an alcoholic,
like me. I’m letting them cool now and hope they won’t taste of beer. If they
do, I’ll give them to Rose – again. I guess I’ll have to make my own dough in
future, ha ha and hope I don’t bake too many bricks!
I hate packing! With a passion! Even more do I hate
having to pack into water-damaged boxes. It is still okay at this stage, when a
box is filled with what’s on the label, I go around and find bits and items to
fill any gaps in the box. Bits and pieces from every room all mixed together –
making sure that I don’t pack anything I’ll need the next 83 days. And then I
try to close the box, and tape over every opening or any corner that looks as
if it could open. And then I try to find a place to store it – since most of
what I’m packing isn’t heavy, they go right on top of the tower in the spare
bedroom!
So far, I’ve cleared two thirds of the spare bedroom’s
wardrobe – the last holds only cleaning materials, which I’ll need right at the
end. I’ve cleared one door of the main bedroom’s wardrobe, a second is down to
basics, leaving just the two hanging ones and everything in the top. Like spare
bedding, blankets, etc. Sigh. I’ve also cleared three of the five drawers.
Progress, yes. I’ve packed the display case, the open bookshelf, most of the filing
shelf and most of one of the big bookshelves. I’ve also cleared two drawers in
the kitchen already as well as most of the spices.
It sounds like I’ve done a lot, but the list of what I
still need to do is just as long, still. Like the entire kitchen, for starters!
Speaking of kitchen, the rolls turned out better than
I expected. I cut the prego-meat into little bits, put them on the rolls and
added some curry-sauce. Yum!
And then I was so tired, I just couldn’t keep my eyes
open so I went to lie down … and slept the whole afternoon! Lady Jane followed
me to the bedroom mipping at me in hopes of play-time – highly disgusted when I
went to bed instead! She tried to make herself comfortable on my hips, but she
couldn’t keep her balance!
I suppose all those bad nights are catching up with me
now, I still feel tired. I have a feeling that I won’t have a problem going to
sleep, at my usual bedtime, again. But for now, I’m just hungry and thirsty, so
I’m having another of those salads and I opened a fruit juice.
Ai ai, Romeo is hanging out again, waiting for ‘his’
treat, I suppose. All my mippies are already inside as well – it’s getting a
bit crowded in this room, ha ha!
I dream of a home where my cats can come and go,
safely, at their leisure. A home where I, too, am safe. A home with a kitchen
with space to play – just a good work surface like I had in many of the flats
where I lived. A home with some outdoor space to sit, read, eat – just spend
time to enjoy the company of my cats and being outside, like a terrace, stoep
or something similar. A home with a garden, not necessarily a large one, but
not postage-stamp sized, either. Where I can do some work. A home with a room
large enough to comfortably eat at my table, plus enough space to live. Meaning
room to set up my PC, place my chair, basically space to live. I dream of a
home with a decent bathroom – for some strange reason, bathrooms tend to be
cramped and tiny. Even in that massive, oversized flat in East London – the bathroom?
Tiny! I would love a bathroom in which I can dry myself without special Yoga
poses!
Nice dream, isn’t it?
Back in reality, one of Lady Jane’s grasshoppers has
escaped onto my curtains – he’s almost at the top and driving Lady Jane beside
herself, she wants to jump up – and has done so once already! She really can
jump very high! But my curtains don’t fare so well when she holds on by clawing
through them! I’ve had to spray her with water to deter her enthusiasm, poor
girl doesn’t understand why I won’t let her play with her toy!
Well, it’s nearly time for bed and I’m hoping tomorrow
will be a better day – at least I can hope for a whole day, not sleep half of
it again.
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