Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

Alignment

Posted on | July 2, 2007 | 2 Comments

We traveled to Georgia, but exhaustion won out. I guess that is what happens when you spend two nights sleeping on the floor, drinking, and moving It was an admirable feat, if you ask me. But my eyes started to blur and D and I agreed that a night in a proper bed was appropriate.

We woke up and started off, intending to drive straight through until the parents’. But… as luck (or a curse…and who the fuck cursed me? A plague on your house!!) would have it, Vader started rattling. Anything between 50 and 70 and it felt like we were on a rocket… not in the fun way — in the “holyshitthisthingisgoingtofallapart” way. We tried to push on. But I couldn’t sleep when D drove, and neither of us could stand the noise. Then the cats started screaming. So here we are, at a hotel in some ass backwards city in Kansas, waiting for morning to come and an auto repair shop to open.

We are, hopefully, going to get to the parents’ sometime tomorrow night, provided that nothing else happens.

All in all the trip has gone well, considering. We didn’t drug the cats. When I called the vet to set up a time to pick up some kitty valium, they told us we had to have an appointment and a physical. I couldn’t pull that time out of my ass, so we shoved ‘em in crates and hoped for the best. Our house has been an unholy mess for the past week and the fuzzies all knew something wierd was going to happen. I think the cats were happy to be going somewhere far away from towers of boxes and piles of stuff to be thrown away. Puck, surprisingly, is the biggest pain in the ass. He won’t cooperate with the bathroom schedule and moans and groans when he can’t get comfy. Pip is the perfect traveling beagle…. figures. He’s mommy’s pick.

Our last night in Orlando was alternately wonderful and painful. Saying goodbye always hurts, but Anne said it right — it’s not really goodbye, just see you later. I managed to hold back the tears for most of the night. But then the Rev showed up, all preggers and cute, and I started to feel the walls crumble. Ginny had a moment where it hit her that I was going to be gone, and our watery eyes matched. 8 years in Orlando taught me many things. And if you traced a line from my first day there until yesterday when I left, well you would be amazed at the change.  For those of you that could come by, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Amanda, thanks for all your help with the garage sale stuff. Anne and Will (and River) thank you for my gas money! :) Ginny, thank you for being my friend.

And for now, I am going to head to sleep. Picutres are forthcoming, although not as many as I would like. The battery died on the frickin camera. Figures, doesn’t it?

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2 Responses to “Alignment”

  1. Claire
    July 2nd, 2007 @ 8:58 am

    Sounds like a fun, yet stressful trip. Hope Kansas wasn’t too boring for you.

  2. Hollie
    July 2nd, 2007 @ 12:47 pm

    Best of luck with the vehicle… is someone else driving your stuff? or did it pack into a uhaul attached to the back of your car? Drive carefully!

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