Zoned out in the ADK
We’ve arrived in NY. None of our stuff has arrived yet, and I can only say it should be here by Thanksgiving. We’re camping out in our new place. (I’m blogging from the library at the school).
I am pretty wigged out by all this. Iowa and Indiana are way prettier than I expected. And Wyoming is pretty windy; I’m glad we didn’t decide to move to Laramie. Here in the Adirondacks (ADK) there are more trees and fewer people than I pictured.
It was snowing as we drove in. It snowed all the next day, too, but it all melted yesterday and it was sweater weather today. I hear it’s supposed to be about 60 degrees tomorrow — no sweater required, even! Baby C has been busy eating leaves and sand, and H built a really Blair-Witch-Project style “sandbox” out of bits of wood he found outside. It bears no resemblance to a sandbox, just in case you’re wondering.
Sputnik has a superhuman (supercat?) resistance to all tranquilizers. Valium was like kitty cocaine for her, so we switched to something else — don’t remember the name — that was a cream I rubbed in her ear once or twice a day. It seemed to have no effect whatsoever, so she arrived in her new home drug-free. She has been staring at the large, chittery squirrels outside the dining room window. And she seems to be frightened of the basement, where Brad put her litter box. Now, why would a cat be afraid of a basement?
I have no cord to transfer pictures from my camera, so you’ll just have to imagine all this.