They say that moving is one of life's most stressful events. Having done it over 6 times in the past 15 years I consider myself somewhat of an expert on the subject and I, indeed, concur with "them". Moving sucks.
But now, three weeks later, after having packed, hauled, unpacked, and organized everything (well, almost everything) once again, I have to say I'm elated.
In a matter of three weeks we've managed to have two parties - one big Cinco-de-Derby Party that included a surprise visit from the Spicy Chicken's best-friend-for-life, Andy, as well as an intimate "surf and turf" 40th b-day party - that allowed all of our friends to share in our excitement!
Things have finally started to settle down and we're mostly back to our usually schedules. There were, of course, a few blips along the way, however.
For instance, the cat went missing within the first 48 hours we were here. We found her four days later in an old, abandoned dog house on the property cowering, injured, dehydrated and covered in scratches that indicated that she'd gotten in one heck of fight - and lost.
A trip to the Emergency Vet (we found her at 5pm on a Saturday, of course) and $200 later she was pumped full of fluids, antibiotics and pain killers - on the road to recovery.
Several days later, however, the limping, lethargy and complete freakishness had not dissipated. So, a trip to our regular vet and $200 more she was once again pumped full of fluids, antitiobics and painkillers - on the road to recovery.
Oh, and did I mention that they also sent me home with antibiotic pills to be administered by mouth and instruction to "take her fecal temperature daily" to ensure her fever has gone down? You are all aware of the fact that I am, indeed, an animal lover, but there is not enough love in the world that would motivate me to attempt to put a thermometer in that all-claws-included-cat's butt. Not even close.
(not actually our cat but a fair representation of her reaction)
But the fun didn't stop there.
In attempting to ramp my exercise regimen back up again I was happy to find that if I park at Fairview (our swim and tennis club) I can get a good five mile walk/run to the end of the Meadowcreek Parkway and back. Regardless of which side of the debate of the Parkway you stand on, the County's section is already there so I figure I might as well use it. I paid for it, after all. Not to mention that the trail along it is great. It's paved, fairly flat, very pretty and currently being used by very few people. Scout and I love it.
So after 5 happy miles we returned to my car in the Fairview parking lot ready to head home. Out of the corner of my eye, however, I noticed something moving on the tennis courts. I got out to find a deer trapped inside the fencing around the courts. I quickly ran down to open the doors and attempt to veer her toward one. Just as she was finally reaching it (after thrashing and crashing into the fence for five minutes) Scout came out of nowhere. Before I knew it both were gone and I was standing in the middle of the courts looking like an idiot.
As my friend Ginger said, I was, indeed, the idiot that left the dog in a car with the windows down when I knew there was a deer around. I guess I deserved this.
At least I now know the infamous green bathtub in our master bath works. And that goofy handle sprayer that I couldn't determine why anyone would ever need? It's perfect for cleaning mud off the dog's ass.
Who's idea was this moving thing anyway?
Oh yeah, mine.