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moving, the shit they never tell you

so i'm sleeping on an air mattress from wal-mart -my least favourite place in the world-swaddled in sheets that even after a brief scalding wash are about as soft as sand-based toilet paper. what was i thinking when i fled chicago? i knew i might have a day or two in transition until i found a home but this, this is silly. my greatest longing of late is a nice set of hangers, even plastic will do. i left every single beautiful sculptural wood jacket hanger ...and loads of toiletries and cleaning products. 
how about a sponge, i'd love a clean sponge. it's not that i can't buy more it's the idea that i left it all behind. who packs a sponge or a half bottle of murphy's oil soap? 
and the poor kitties, they were subjected an airport ride in new unscented carriers, plucked from the bag before passing through security screening, shoved under a seat with a 10" clearance and had their ears pop with the same frequency as mine. then carted and shifted into another unmarked car to another unknown destination where they hid under a bed in a plush field of carpet only to be extracted again and escorted across town to a 'vacation rental' with a cold concrete floor and few soft spots. kitties love warm cozy nooks. 
(i'm assuming you read the previous blog about the 'cabin' mishap, essentially camping for 100 bucks a night with the fox and squirrel families.) now we're temporarily living in an extra empty bedroom  until my REAL apartment/house shows up. here there really is no place to hide. Luella has taken to willingly sleeping in her carrier and Maddie practically begs me to stow her atop assorted shoes and sweatshirts  on the closet shelf high above the fray. but come evening, oh lord, i don't know how people with children do it. Maddie is unhappy and needs water now but she only drinks from a faucet so i have to get up at 3:05 and transport her via my shoulder to let her drink from the sink. Luella has decided that whatever belongs to Maddie territorially or otherwise now belongs to her, so she has usurped Maddie's long-held position in the bed relinquishing Maddie to all the hard cold surfaces. and since Luella doesn't leave her carrier all day pooping has become an all night endeavor of the highest annoyance, scratch poop scratch scratch poop....she may not get nine lives.
if this is starting to sound like one of those shadowy Bush-era-Cia-extractions....well.

we're managing. sent care packages. be sure to include pain killers and red wine.

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