the plan for yesterday-because there is always a plan with rose…was for her to bring cleo, neil brought the rest of my stuff and a few extras from her house and then we would go shopping for some household essentials.
part one: cleo got here..skittish, nervous and promptly spent a few hours under the sofa. she has only warmed up slightly and is now walking around at 6am meowing with a sense of urgency. i showed her the food and litterbox but she is still not happy. she’s been through so much, i just have to be patient.
part two: i unpacked some of the stuff but mostly i am just trying to finally have all my “things” in one place. it was a lot of my dad’s remnants-some of which will get used but mostly it will get stored with boxes of the kids mementos that my cousin kindly kept in her basement for the whole 8 years i was away. i now have some artwork and plants and that is going a long way to making this space feel more like a home.
part three: the shopping….oh, the shopping! top on my list was a plug for the bathtub-it took a secondary trip to a mega hardware store to locate one. first stop was of course-Target! the all in one-much better than walmart-superstore.
rose had a long list of necessary items-i had a much shorter list of must haves and some maybe items. i ended up with:
- a nice blue shower curtain-haven’t had a bath with a shower for ages
- a toothbrush holder-i still wonder if i really need a holder for one toothbrush
- a basket for my laundry
- laundry detergent
- a phone!- a single cordless phone-the second cheapest! i still may look on ebay for a classic.
- a small table-i need a screwdriver to put it together
i think that’s about it-i suppose that list is just another snap shot of “starting over”. i have a screwdriver, a few screwdrivers in fact-but they are all at my house in england. i have a laundry basket but it is sitting in my shipment waiting for a vessel.
it all spells A.L.O.N.E.
i think i mentioned way back when that i never had my own my room until i got divorced…. and despite wanting and working to get my own place now i was only vaguely aware what living on my own would mean. this is the first time i have really lived alone. no husband/boyfriend, no kids, no parents…
it’s not bad, i’m not complaining-it’s just an adjustment. just one of those unexpected side affects of living my life. it’s a good thing really but even good life events are considered stressful.
maybe i should howl a little like cleo…