More random than usual

So three weeks into living here, I think I’ve caught up with sleep, getting organized and all that stuff.

It’s amazing to me how so many of my routines are tied to places. For example, in Boston I always put my phone on my desk and that’s also where I charged it. But I can’t really charge my phone at my desk here in Overland Park—the outlets are all in use. So what that means is I’ve ended up either forgetting my phone or running it pretty much out of charge (very out of character for me).

The cats are also relearning their routines. The first few days, no one cried for the canned food. Heaven! Well that was short lived, they’re full acclimated to the Central time zone and Chloe especially has resumed her food siren ways along about 3 PM.

Wally had a water routine going in Boston. We kept the fountain under our pedestal sink in the bathroom and when I’d pour more water into the fountain, he would leap up onto the sink to watch me pour any extra water down the drain. He loved that routine and would come running when he heard me fill up the glass. But the fountain isn’t in the bathroom here—no pedestal sink plus the outlets are a little far away—it’s in the dining room. I’ve started calling him when I’m going to add water to the fountain and then I pat the top of the counter by the kitchen sink (there’s a tiny bit of counter to the left of the sink, just right for a cat to observe). He caught on pretty quickly but the unfortunate side effect is he thinks all counters belong to him. I am working on dissuading him of that notion. (Don't worry, I'm clear on the chances of that happening.)

Eddie still brings his favorite toy of the moment into our bedroom at night. He’s such an optimist—I know he thinks we’ll wake up and play with him. If it’s the whistling mouse, and he drops it on me, I just put it under my pillow. Sorry, cat, we are not nocturnal.

This weekend I made black beans from scratch, lentil soup from scratch, cooked up a big batch of brown rice for freezing, did my ironing, hemmed a pair of pants, did the laundry, vacuumed (hey that’s a lot of vacuuming, I am out of practice), and hemmed two sets of curtains and frankly I’m tired. I head to the airport in about 90 minutes to fetch Kent, who worked a lot harder in Boston getting our place ready to go on the market. Fingers crossed it sells quickly and we don’t lose money.