[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is walking down a set of wooden stairs from Tyrava’s door. Someone’s legs are visible just inside the doorway, one sandaled shoe just sticking out into the sunlight.]
We tried talking Tom into modeling on the new stairs I just built for Tyrava, but that was … ineffective. Continue reading cats: Tom goes wandering
[A vintage, eight-paned window, the frame painted green, leans against a pallet; behind it is an equally vintage window screen the same size.]
Also a window, but that’s going in later. Continue reading SPOON: Borgia gets a door
[Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is hunkered up in Tyrava’s doorway, looking outside. Past him, on the ground, is the framed-out floor I’ve been mostly not working on.]
Okay, he hasn’t actually been around town at all, because mostly all we do in town is shopping trips, & he’s not really into those. Although I might take him into Big R one of these days anyway; last time he went to one he led us right to the wheel & caster section, which was on deep clearance.
So, much like Loiosh, he’s been running around outside a bunch & then sleeping really hard. Continue reading cats: Tom about town
[Loiosh is curled up on my bed, head tucked into the lap of a toy orange cat.]
He won’t admit it, but he really does like his little Jorts toy.
He’s been spending a lot of his days outside — fear not, the nearest road is half a mile away, the nearest people not much closer, & with nothing but low brush around us, it’s easy to keep an eye on him. I still can’t wait til we have the catio built, though.
But what with all the dashing around on the land, he’s been wearing himself out a lot. So when he sleeps, he SLEEPS. Continue reading cats: I SWEAR he does things other than sleep
[Seen across a mostly-barren field, a big grey pickup truck is towing a really big trailer with a forty foot long, mustard yellow container on it.]
… okay, it actually showed up weeks ago, but I’ve been SO BUSY just trying to 1) build a house, 2) shove stuff into the container in a way that makes sense, & 3) SURVIVE that, err, I haven’t managed to post here. Like. Ever.
BUT CONTAINER. Continue reading SPOON: finally a container!
[Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness with a blue bow tie, is asleep on a crocheted blanket, tucked in close next to a white laundry basket.]
This was on the way home from some trip or another; maybe the day we went out to the park? I promise Loiosh has been doing things other than sleep. At least intermittently.
[Major Tom, a big grey tabby wearing a purple harness, sits in Tyrava’s doorway, looking outwards.]
For most folks, one of the biggest problems they’d have dealing with a move like this would be their cats. How do you keep four cats, used to the run of an entire house, entertained when there’s no house?
It’s SUCH a good thing both boys are leashtrained & Sigdis is getting there.
It’s also a good thing, though, that cats SLEEP so much. Continue reading cats: exciting new home edition
[Two folding tables are set up, end to end, along Tyrava’s long side; they hold a single board and a scattering of tools. There’s also a couple of rusty folding chairs, a dog crate with a cat crate inside, a covered litterbox with a cardboard box and a gallon of water on top, and an ez-up, still in its bag.]
Finally, FINALLY, things have lined up so that I can start to build.
I got the folding tables set up, with sort of a workshop, not great, but it’s working so far. It gets shade in the late afternoon, & Tyrava shields it from the wind most of the time … when the wind is behaving, which is intermittent at best.
Plus I got lumber. A lotta lumber. Have you LOOKED at the prices for lumber these days? Ye GODS.
(I will gently remind you of the gofundme; the description is RIDICULOUSLY out of date, but money still goes to the overall cause of ‘we build thing to live in’.)
[To the left, a big passenger van, slightly beat up, pale tan or grey, depending on the light. To the right, Tyrava, a smallish tiny house or largish vardo, painted lavender with dark purple trim.]
So what with one thing & another … we haven’t gotten a lot done, even now that we’re on the land. Space is tight, the wind is terrible, & we’re putting a lot of work into simply surviving from one minute to the next, waiting til the container shows up so that we have some ROOM.
But it’s taking longer than they’d said it would — 7-10 days is NOT the same as ‘up to 25 business days’, y’all — & I got to the point where I realized I was gonna hafta make more room in Tyrava. I did an accountability thread on twitter as I worked, & basically I’m just gonna copy that over here.
[Flat land, sparsely covered in brown tumbleweeds, leads up to rugged, snowy mountain peaks.]
‘Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered …’
… okay, no, but we _did_ manage to get the van stuck within a hundred feet of our borders, & by ‘we’ I mean ‘I’, & it took us four days to get it unstuck, so, uh, there’s been a lot going on.
But the view is like that! So that helps a lot. Continue reading SPOON: on the land
