random thoughts – Day 1,880 – (Saturday) – chillin and cluttered

A chilly Saturday with rain. Hooray. Like we haven’t a zillion of them already in the past several months.

There were potential entertainments on the calendar, and when I saw the rain, I was glad none were solid commitments. Being chilled and wet at the Steampunk Festival in Waltham? Been there and done it that way a couple times already, so … maybe next year. Outdoor Busker Festival in downtown Lowell? Thanks, but dry and indoors at home feels more comfortable, especially considering how sick I was all of last weekend and nd into the week. Comfort rules.

The rain did stop and the sun came out, but it wasn’t soon enough or warm enough to dry the back yard jungle grass for mowing. By then, I was deeply mired in inertia anyway. The day’s plan to set the glider and a couple other things back onto the porch was derailed by a couple sizeable spots on the floor that didn’t seem dry yet. Of course, the rain arrived Friday around the same time the painting was finished, so it hasn’t exactly been Sahara desert drying conditions.

Viewing the mess.

The downside to the delayed porch setup is two-fold. There was the denial of the sense of completion and the ability to cross it off the to-to list. Boo. The best thing about a list is crossing off the completed items. The second downside is that the living room and dining room are housing much of the stuff from the porch. It’s bad. Overstuffed junk shop bad.

Kiki is freaked out about the shambles. When she emerged from her daytime hideout yesterday the clutter had been crammed in and she was confused. She retreated to the safety of her living room chair and surveyed the situation  (and me) from her perch on the arm. 

She went upstairs during the night and stayed in hiding for half of today. When I got up this morning, there was no morning greeting. No meows for attention. She stayed scarce and I finally found her hunkered down under the bed with the storage bag of summer tee shirts I wonder if it will ever be warm enough to wear.

The porch stuff is cramping her entertainment and physical fitness by preventing her from working on her time trials and agility workouts. She likes to start sprinting at the far end of the living room and race around the ottoman, into the dining room, hang a left and launch herself up the stairs.

Part of the mess.

The training path is now blocked by the porch table sometimes used for setting up flower pots and the bistro chairs that go with the table where the food deliveries are left. The bookcase that holds various flower pots and small gardening tools is in the kitchen. The bistro table food delivery table is in the living room. There are glider cushions and chair cushions and toss pillows all over the place. 

As a 24-hour paint drying situation, it wasn’t bad, but now that it’s dragged on longer, my patience for it is done. Maybe tomorrow after dance practice and a family Mother’s Day gathering I can set things back. And mow the lawn. I hope. Fingers crossed.