An Unexpected Trip

August 19, 2009

As Gran said, when I woke up on Sunday, I had no idea I would find myself in Nashville on Monday. We had a little kitty cat issue that needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but Harrison (Bill’s cat) has been living with Gran (Bill’s grandmother) since September. When Bill got his new job and we had to put our house on the market, our children (the dog and three cats) were farmed out to various family members. Gran offered to take Harrison to help out, and while we love him, we were hoping that Gran would want to keep him. He’s super sweet, but we thought he would be better in a single cat situation. Working full time and having 4 animals was really not ideal as I don’t think we gave them as much attention as they deserved.

Anyway, the new living situation has worked out and Harrison (or Harry as he is known in Nashville), is spoiled rotten. I think Gran is finding Harrison to be a nice companion. He’s a little skittish, affectionate but not cuddly, well behaved when it comes to the furniture, low key and sweet. All of which is a good mix for Gran (in my opinion). The only problem is that Gran can’t manage it if he needs to go to the vet. Nicknamed the Big Cat, he is 16 pounds and long. He’s also got his back claws and does NOT like his carrier. Gran’s an itty-bitty thing and she’s never had cats before. There was really no way for her to get him into his carrier, and then once in his carrier it would be too heavy for her to lift. So I flew in to help out.

I spent two pleasant minutes with Harrison where he contemplated licking my nose by didn’t. And then I made the mistake of jiggling his crate which sent him under the bed, where I had to semi drag him out, and then we spent 10 minutes (bloody minutes) trying to get him in his crate, finally succeeding. With some beautiful scratches to remember him by, and on my leg of all places. Gran got scratched on the arm which makes a little more sense. Did I mention the blood? And let’s not even talk about the howling/crying which was heartbreaking.

I’m not sure if it was more traumatizing for Harrison or for Gran.

But we got him to the vet. Bill worked the internet and phone from CA to get an appointment set up for us. As it turns out, Harrison had bladder stones. He had an operation. The vet said he had never taken out that many stones. Yikes!

The reason for my trip was not the best, but I’m so glad I got to make the trip (and not Bill). We had such a lovely visit. On Tuesday I drove Gran around town to run a few errands (in a car that is about 2 1/2 times longer than my little bug). I checked to make sure Gran didn’t have a death grip on her seat, so my driving was passable. Driving aside, it was a relatively unexciting day, but still so nice. Now, we did hit all the hot spots: Big Lots, the library, and Kroger. Gran made a yummy lunch, gave me a tour of the grounds (a fancy way of saying her different flower beds), and I read and napped and knitted…

And on Wednesday I came home. Shorter than I would have liked but we have some stuff going on at home that I have to take care of so I couldn’t stay longer. We do have to figure out how to handle these kinds of situations in the future, without someone having to fly out. (Not that we mind, but there does have to be a cheaper way.) I’ll think about that tomorrow (channeling my inner Scarlet as I did just come from the South). In the meantime, I’m just thankful that I got to see Gran and help with Harrison and have a really, Really nice visit.


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A Journey Ends

August 16, 2009

Dear Friends,

I have survived my trip into the depths of the second guest bedroom. I have seen things no organized person should have to see; the dust, the clutter, the gift bags! It was more challenging than I anticipated. No person needs that much Christmas paraphernalia unless they are an Octo-Mom. And when I was almost strangled by a nest of angry USB cables and saw a heavenly light, I was saved from certain death.

It took Bill and me three days to complete our journey, and in the process made our living room look like a Radio Shack, but together we endured. The lessons we have learned are many, but most importantly, don’t be afraid to throw crap out.

I hope you will understand that it’s too soon for me to share the horrifying and dusty details. Let the photos (closet, ribbons, bookshelf) speak for themselves. This favorable end to my journey would not have been possible without ideas from Martha Stewart, my Container Store stash of clear plastic boxes, and my ever faithful label maker. Lastly, but probably most importantly, I must thank my dear sweet husband, for finally organizing his damn cables.

Yours,
Margaret


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A Journey Begins

August 4, 2009

Dear Friends,

I am about to embark on a tremendous journey. One fraught with danger at every turn. Each person has a destiny. Mine, to conquer the disaster that is our second guest bedroom. While this may not look dangerous now, know that there are two boxes in the hallway that need to be emptied and stored in here too. And a bookcase.

Do not worry about me, my friends. I have been preparing for this event since I work up this morning. I am fortified with iced coffee, eggo waffles with peanut butter, and DVDs. I am prepared for all contingencies; my ipod is fully loaded with new music.

Thank you for your support and your prayers. Without you, it would not be possible for me to take this first step. If I do not return from this journey, do not mourn my loss. Instead, tell Bill to go through all his damn cables and organize them so that my effort was not in vain.

Sincerely,

Margaret


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