Back on the Air, Sort Of...

Well, that’s done.

The move on Saturday went well. It took longer than the allotted time, but not by much. There was apparently a lot of books, about fifty boxes of them. That’s a great deal of lifting. But the movers - two youngsters, not more than twenty-five, I’d say - worked well and steadily, and without complaint. I was in my new digs by two-thirty that afternoon.

The cats had to be dispersed to three different locations during the operation, spending time in bathrooms. Imogen behaved quite well, incarcerated with Moxy; Neville and Brazil weren’t going to cause problems; Indigo was alone, as she might scrap with either Imo or Shimmer in close quarters. All have come through the ordeal better than I had anticipated.

Imogen explored immediately, and seemed to enjoy the extra space, running repeatedly through the length of the house, sliding on the bare linoleum of the corridor. Since the others were slow to follow her lead, she was able to search out most of the building. Brazil then began his investigations, bobbing and weaving with every step, as if expecting an ambush. Indigo and Moxy were less inclined to scout out the new surroundings, but they did eventually. Neville was content with the bedroom (the bed is still as comfy as before) with a periodic trip to a litter-box.

Since then, they have arranged themselves on the bed at night, Indigo on one side of me, Moxy on another, and Nev at my feet. Imogen is a little put out, though if she weren’t so stand-offish with the others, she could have a spot, too, and sometimes does, forcing Moxy to lie between Indie and the Nevsky. But that doesn’t bother Mox.

The only problem with the cats is that Brazil is not eating soft-food. He did this before during a big change; he will come around eventually, and, in the meantime, is nibbling enough hard-food to keep from suffering any internal setbacks.

My internet is still evading me. The connection was intended for Saturday, the day of the move, but the technician discovered that the cable supply it had been cut, and the end that needed replacement was high up on an old telephone pole that had split too dangerously to climb. I was initially told that the city would need to replace the pole before anything could be done for me. I of course envisioned weeks of delay. But then it was decided to use one of the several bucket-trucks the internet company has; that is, after all, their purpose. I will have to make another appointment for the connection, but that should be completed by next weekend. In the meantime, I will access the internet, and my email, though my work-place. Delays in responses are inevitable.

I like my new abode. I have to buy some extra furniture - a couple of armchairs, a writing table - but am quite pleased with it. It is the same distance to my job as was the apartment, though it will take a shorter time to travel, as railway tracks and other impedimenta were in the way of the previous route. It will be easier in snow, too.

I have appended some photos of the new place, along with their residents. There are a couple of rooms that need completing - books to be put away, mainly, but also pictures to be hung - so their pictures will come later. Those attached will, however, give an idea of what it looks like.

I had a relaxing bath at the end of Saturday, but I had to put up with this guy watching me the whole time...

(Alas, I was not able to capture Cicero or Arliss. In better shape, and probably younger than Sable, they certainly have other food sources than Cafe Cosy (which is now shut down), so I am less worried about them than I would be about Sabe. She is still doing well in her temporary home, and will soon join me and the beasts at the Cosy Cabin.)