Slow Thursday
Thursday, June 6th, 2024 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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74F with blue skies this morning.
After two days of waking up too early, this morning I up a bit late, and very groggy.
That bullshit at Ferry has destroyed my week, in terms of getting anything done before work.
I still haven't paid ComEd or AllState yet, much less done anything move related here at home.
My dash mount charger's been holding tight for two weeks now, and I've been playing Pokemon Go in the car religiously every day.
My buddy pokemon finally has catch-assist...
We've been battling together in gyms, and he finds two candy XL a day, with all the walking we do.
It'll be nice when I can hit four pokestops from home!
That, and work on the album every weekend, because there won't be any packing, home repairs, or yard work to do.
I just listened to the test tracks for the first time in a month, last night and the night before.
It was all coming along so well!
I figured I'd be painting room 213 all day, but instead, I spent the day playing this game with housekeeping.
I brought a cart of stuff up there to get started, but clearly they hadn't finished cleaning the room... it was about half done, with furniture moved around, and the drop-ceiling light lenses hanging open, but the carpet was still a mess.
But where were they?
And when were they coming back?
So I sanded all my wall patches from yesterday, and did a few touch ups with the mud.
Then suddenly housekeeping showed up, so I went and took a break.
When I got back up there, the floor had been vacuumed, and it looked like they dusted, but they also moved ALL the furniture in the room against ALL the walls!
And the light lenses were still hanging open.
But they were gone, I figured they were done, and now I had to move everything away from the walls!
But, realizing there was still way too much bullshit furniture in the room, other than just student desks, I fetched a hand truck and moved it all out into the hall.
Three filing cabinets, two steel sheving units, a super long wood table, hat stand, lamp, fridge, microwave, printer.... all kinds of shit.
Finally it was just the teacher's desk... which was empty, but had all kinds of bullshit piled on top of it... monitor, speakers, keyboard & mouse, other electronic shit, and a rats nest of wires and extension cords.
Also one of the legs looked like it was about to fall off.
Just then another custodian showed up with a carpet extractor.
I explained what I was doing, and he helped me carry the desk out to the hall, but as soon as we picked it up, two legs just fell off of it!
So when we set it down in the hall, it was all cocked at a 45 degree angle, and all the bullshit on top slid off!
Tom happened by at that moment and said we had brackets to fix the legs.
So I told the custodian to go ahead and shampoo the carpet, and I was gonna deal with the desk.
I took another break, then down in the shop, I got the leg brackets, and an empty box for the desktop shit.
Back upstairs... no sign of housekeeping... and the carpet had not been touched!
But I noticed now, that there was a ton of dust and shit on the carpet from under the stuff I'd moved, and also a lot of drywall dust on the top of the baseboards, so I brought in my vacuum and re-vacuumed the room.
After that, I untangled the rats nest of cords and sorted out all the electronic shit, packing it neatly into my box.
And then I reattached the two legs, with the new brackets and set the desk back down on it's four feet.
Nobody ever did come back to shampoo the carpet, so I was at a stand still... because I can't move the desks away from the walls until the do that... and I can't paint the walls until the desks are moved.
So I just kinda slacked off, wandering around, or smoking in my car until quitting time.
I did discover the teacher's lounge today, on the first floor, and they have a Keurig coffee machine!
So I can bring my own coffee from home and make it in that, like I did at Cloud.
And it's a nice place to eat my lunch, with vending machines that actually work!
I wasn't super worried about making no progress on painting in 213 tonight because Mark's gone tomorrow and all next week!
I do know, however, that I'll be flipping classrooms the whole time.
So now I need to get housekeeping on the same page as me with these rooms, because it's been a little ridiculous with 213 between yesterday and today.
Prowly just came in the cat door, as he's been doing around this time since last week.
I left moist food on the table for him before I left... as I always do, and it hadn't been touched when I got home.
He meowed at me after entering, like he does... and then, like he's always done, hissed at me as I came near, but let me put him on the table to show him his food.
He then looked at me like the food was too old, and I got a butter knife to cut it up a little... and he tried to scratch and bite me when I did that... but then ate the food and let me pet him a little bit... and ran back outside.
This has been the routine for well over a year, with him... which is why I often describe him as semi-feral.
But maybe he's mostly feral, and only acts a little tiny bit like a housecat with me, because he lived upstairs with me, as a kitten, for six months.
I mean... let's look at today again...
He was gone when I got up.
I left him some food before I left.
He never came in once to touch it.
But he did come in after my car was back in the driveway, to go through this little routine with me... but wasn't really that interested in the food.
Like he always does, he ate just a little bit, and then ran back out.
So... if he's living on small game out there all day and night... then the moist cat food's never gonna measure up to that.
Thus, maybe he is only coming in to get some, for my sake!
Like... he see's that I'm home so he makes an appearance, to let me know he's still alive, but then he also tries to attack me every time, because he wants me to know he's a fierce predator and does just fine without me.
That would make me feel better about abandoning him, so... it could just be wishful thinking on my part.
Despite a lifetime of experience with them, I still find cats very hard to read.
Jet & Mauli, for example, seemed to really despise each other their whole adult lives.
They tolerated each other, but never hung out in the same room, and often got into fights.
So when Jet died, I figured Mauli would be happy to have her gone.
But Mauli instead, seemed to miss her!
So I worry a lot these days that while Prowly seems to be fine without me... mostly gone, and a bit abusive when he makes his appearances... he might still be hugely upset when I disappear, and he can't get back in the house anymore!
I worry that he's too wild to ever gain access to anybody else's house... like nobody'd put up with him other than me.
So he'd lose that guaranteed food, when small game is scarce, and that guaranteed shelter when the rain's really pouring, or the winter's gotten bitterly cold.
And at the root of it all, I do have a deep connection to him, and feel responsible for him.
But I also can't bring myself to take him to a shelter, because he does seem to be living his best life out there in this neighborhood 99% of the time!
I feel like he has a better chance of survival, just running around wild on this block, than going to a shelter.
Maybe I should call around and learn a little more about what the right shelter could do for him.
I just worry they'll say whatever I'd like to hear, but in reality just keep him in a cage, and put him down a while later.
And I don't want to be the guy who sends him to jail with a death sentence!
Again... he's got a pretty good shot at living a long, happy life, here in the neighborhood, if I just walk away.
People surely recognize him by now, like Maria.
Maybe he has what it takes to strike up a new relationship and get some kind of arrangement like he's had with me.
I wouldn't want to deny him that chance.
I'd just feel a lot better, personally, if I knew it for sure.
I mean, Snoop's been gone for over three months.
But I'm sure I sighted him twice on Watson, and I know his personality.
He was perfectly tame and affectionate with humans.
So, even though I don't KNOW snoop's fine... I'm pretty sure that he is, and that he left of his own free will.
Yvette too, had a choice, and chose Terry of her own free will.
I really wish the cosmos would do me three for three on that with Prowly, but the clock's been ticking, and nothing's materializing.
I'm gonna have to block off that cat door at some point... like the day I move.
And I keep picturing Prowly out there, meowing at me as I'm trying to get into the moving van... complaining that he can't get inside.
And me having to be like, "I'm sorry buddy!" And scarred for life by the moment.
All of this is bad enough, you know?
I mean, I never wanted to lose any of them, they were my crew, and this was our house!
So I really hope the cosmos doesn't do me shitty like that, because it's the one who brought me together with Prowly... and it's not my goddam fault I'm losing the house, and couldn't find anywhere else to live that could accomodate him!
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