I am not complaining. I am not complaining. I may be almost complaining though. I am so tired. Every day I have to remind myself that this is what I wanted and the only way to get from here to there is to pack the things I want to keep. Believe it or not, we have gotten rid of a lot of stuff but there’s still a lot. I told Vince yesterday that the more I pack, the more I add to the “not keeping” piles
One day last week a friend and I were chatting on Facebook about kidney stones. She’s had them . . someone else had them recently and that’s what got us to talking about it. The very next day she posted that she had gone to the ER “last night” with kidney stones. A friend here in town recently had surgery for kidney stones. It’s been six years since I’ve had one. My record is 10 years but other than that, six years is a long time for me to go without a kidney stone. Night before last I woke up during the night with a pain in my side. After the recent discussions about kidney stones, that was my first thought. Then, I thought . . at least that would get me out of packing for a few days. That’s pretty bad when a kidney stone sounds better than packing. I think the pain was just from too much packing and lifting because it was one pain and it was gone but that gives you an indication of how tired I am of packing!
Vince came in yesterday from packing in the sewing room and there were two lines of dried blood on the back of his leg. The blood had dripped down from just below his knee to a few inches above his ankle so it was not just a scratch. I said “Why have you been bleeding?” He told me Boots had enough of us being in there, grabbed Vince around his leg and bit him on the back of the leg! I’m hoping that once we get in the house, he’ll have places he can go to get away from us and he doesn’t decide to chase us out when he’s tired of being around people. He’s such a sweet cat . . til he isn’t. I know he’s frustrated because first, we were gone gone and a stranger came and cared for him; now we’re moving everything, have boxes everywhere; nothing is familiar any more. For so long when I would be sitting and knitting with him and he’d start biting, I’d just leave and I think he learned that he gets rid of us by biting. I’ll start spritzing him with a water bottle when he bites and hope we can stop that bad behavior.