Report from a Move

DSC03031.JPGI recently moved. We loved our old house on Bloomfield Avenue (see left), but we decided to relocate to a kid-oriented street in downtown Montclair. On our new street, I can worry less about coming home to a squished cat.
Moving was an activity that, for some reason, seemed like a good idea at first. It would be fun to pack up small children, put their routines in the blender, and lose their favorite blankies in piles of boxes. Say nothing of how cranky I got when I spent two hours looking for the cord that connects the camera to the iMac.
And finding that box of tampons before trouble struck? It didn’t happen. So I piled all the kids into the car for another trip to the store for another thing I already had but couldn’t find. (Sorry, for gratuitous use of the word tampon. Tampon, tampon, tampon.)
I can’t really report much from my actual move because my dear husband threw me out. He put the twins and I on a plane to my mother’s house near Louisville, Kentucky, the day before Casella & Sons arrived–check out the Real Estate section to see how much they charged us. So, with the help of our wonderful cleaning lady, I packed everything. Then the girls and I split. My parents got some quality kid time, and I visited my grandmother who is suffering from the last stages of Alzheimer’s. I then came back to a beautiful house that I look forward to living in.
I will live here–and I think I’ll love it, too–when I’m done foraging for camera cords, blankies and tampons.
When did you last move? Did it go well?

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  1. Outdoor cats always run the risk of being hit by cars (which I assume, is what you mean by squished). They face many other dangers, as well, such as predators and being exposed to other cats with serious diseases. The only way to ensure your cat’s safety is to keep him/her inside.
    PAWS would not adopt to people who let their cats go outside. I hope your cat is not a PAWS cat.

  2. My cat was rescued from a feral cat colony that lived in a dumpster behind a diner. I caught her with a can of tuna, a string and a milk crate. This was in Upstate NY where the kittens freeze ice solid in the winter.
    I try to keep her indoors. But I’ve learned to put a collar with a bell on her and give her Frontline because no matter what I do, this cat slips out, usually when the kids are coming in and out. To my cat, life is not complete without an occasional romp in the backyard.

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