All God's Creatures Great and Small

We humans are funny about our pets, even animals that aren't quite pets.

This morning, after a very long weekend, I go into my sister's room for something and notice something small, and fuzzy in the corner of her closet.  Curious I investigate and notice that it's a mouse and this mouse is quite young and had a booboo on her nose from a cat. Great.  I figured I had a dying mouse on my hands.  The silly thing seemed to crave human contact and didn't really want to go into the box I put her in to keep her safe from the cats.

About this time my sister gets a frantic call from a good friend whose daughter found a 2 day old kitten who seemed to have been abandoned.  She hopped into the car and went down there to help them feed and care for it.  She was there all day alternating who gets to feed this teeny, tiny, black 2 day old kitten.

And there I am trying to get a very young but seemingly fully grown mouse to eat or drink something- which she stubbornly has refused to do.  I would put her back into her box and put her box into a drawer in the kitchen to keep her safe from the cats.  Then an hour later I'd check on her and she would crawl into my hand.

And there my sister would be posting pictures of the kitten they were taking care of.

At the same time a lady in our guild was posting updates on a four month old puppy she was puppy-sitting.  A different lady in our guild adopted the terrier/chihuahua mix from the SPCA just the day before when they were at the faire trying to get dogs adopted.

All day pictures and updates on these three animals have been on FB. Whether one cares or not, they're there.  Three very different lives are changed because someone cared.  It makes me think of the goodness of people that we sometimes forget.  The lady who adopted the puppy could have waited, could have taken the time to think about it, to decide if a puppy- that puppy was really right for their family.  Instead she called her husband, sent him a picture and he wanted to know when she was going to bring the puppy home.  A life changed forever because of the goodness of one person.

It might be a small life, but she's already adored by dozens of people.

And then there's the kitten.  It would have been so easy for this friend to tell her daughter that the mama kitty would come for it.  And indeed, after two hours, the mama kitty never did and so mother and daughter brought the young one home.  They're going to have some very long nights in which they wake up every 2 hours to feed the kitten.  But it was a choice they made and not one they had to make. Sometimes nature is harsh and cruel.  But a life is changed, thanks to the goodness of people.

And that brings me to this silly mouse.

She's been in her box most of the day, reveling in human contact.  Mom supposes that she just really likes being close to another mammal.  It makes sense I suppose.  For most of the day her eyes have been half shut in pain.  Though she has wounds on her nose I couldn't tell if she had any internal injuries.  About 4 ish she began to move around more than she was earlier and she even made some noises- rodents don't make those kinds of noises unless they're happy.

I kept telling her that if she fights to live I'll help her survive, once she's back in nature the rest will be up to her.

But she has made it very clear that she wants to be next to me and so I put her down my shirt, a safe haven and a warm bower for her to curl up and rest from her traumatic experience.  She was there, resting for over an hour, no different than she had been doing all day when all of a sudden she woke up and crawled out to see the world.  I got her to take a sip of water and even eat some peanut butter.  Her eyes are bright and alert and she is moving with alacrity- though she is still not showing any indication that she is a wild animal wanting to return to nature.  Methinks she quite enjoys her bower.

I showed her to mom and she replied that I was going to want to make a pet out of her now that she was better.  I responded that that was ridiculous, Thumbalina isn't going to be a pet.

Maybe it's a good thing Mom has a terrarium in her classroom.

I don't know what fate awaits Thumbalina or the kitten, though I am pretty sure that Skylar the dog is going to be very spoiled and very happy in her new forever home.  But I do know that we silly humans will continue to do our best to take care of these creatures who somehow manage to find their way into our lives.

As for Thumbalina right now she is in a box with food and water.  And over that box is a laundry basket turned upside down, all of which is in a corner of my closet of which the doors are closed.  She might escape but I'm going to give her a fighting chance to hide away from the cats and the dog before I have the chance of finding a more suitable home for her.

Not because I have to but because I want to.  And no, cooper, you can't have my mouse.

The Move Part VII: Out

It took twelve days, or so my sister says, twelve days.  It seems like a month.

 But we're done and we're out.  The house has been cleaned from top to bottom and from end to end.  It's hard to believe but it's done and we're out.  It's very exciting.  Or at least, it would be if I weren't so really tired.  I can barely think I'm so tired.  We were out just before 1 this afternoon.  And then we all three piled into our respective vehicles and on we went with animals on tow to stay the evening with friends in Escalon.  I think that this was the hottest and hardest drive I've ever taken- but only because we're insanely tired.  We managed to get all but one cat, he decided that he didn't want to be around for the clean.  We'll have to find him tomorrow.

And let's not forget the arms- I don't know if I have much strength left in them.  But for the next 12 hours we don't need to worry about anything more than resting.  And tomorrow it all starts back again.  We get the keys and then we unload.

Happily the new house is all one story so we won't have to worry about trying to get things up stairs.  Thank God for small miracles!

Did I mention that we're all moved out?  So very excited about that.

The Move Pat VI: The Penultimate Day

The goal was July 1.  We made it baby, we made it.

Wow.  Just wow.  When we first started to get everything all packed up to move it seemed as if this day would never come.  We've been working ourselves hard these last few weeks and now, it's almost all worth it.

We got just about everything into storage.  We had a lot of help, including 3 studly men, two bodacious babes and a toddler.  The toddler's assistance was mostly to scream DADDA at the top of his lungs but, he's cute and cute babies are allowed.  There are a few things that didn't fit onto the U-Haul.  So we three get to take care of those tomorrow.

But we got the entire upstairs and the stairs itself clean and ready for move out!  We got up about 6 and were working by 7.  At 19:54 I had finished the last of the stairs.  And all that is left is the downstairs.  That is, however, for tomorrow.

And what a day it will be.  We have the cats to round up and stick somewhere.  We have a trip to the dump to make, then we have the few extra things the men couldn't get onto the U-Haul onto the truck, and then we need to take that over to the storage facility and get it all in and then we finish cleaning whatever needs to be cleaned next.

And then we're going to spend the afternoon and part of the following day with some friends where we're going to relax.

And then, Monday at 1500 we're going to pick up our keys and move in.  It's going to be a wild ride because no sooner will we have moved in half of our crap- er- stuff that we have load for faire.

Did I also happen to mention that it's going to be really hot the next few days while we move into the new house?  Oh yeah, really hot- anywhere from 108-111 (50C).  I think we're going to melt.

But for now, the AC is on, it's 21:15 and I am one tired girl.  We're camping out in the house tonight because we have scattered and frightened cats.

Good night!

Moving Part V: The Call

There is a God and if we only trust in Him He will show us the way and make clear our path.

For the last month or so we've been trying to find a place to move into.  Our landlord has to sell and we're not ready to buy so we need to find a new place to rent.  We searched on different rental sites and nothing.  We called a few places and even spoke to a few people but really, nothing.

Then we happened upon Realty Roundup and they have a whole host of houses they let.  We turned in our application yesterday about 4-4:30 and we were hoping to get a call today saying we were approved.  As the day wore on we had nothing from them so we figured that we would probably hear from them sometime saturday.

About 3:30 or thereabouts my phone rings and it's a number I didn't recognize.  I answer and it was them- we got the house.  All we needed to do to make it ours was pay the downpayment and the first month's rent.  The very second we hung up we all piled into the car and headed to the bank.

So after 3 on the first we get to go over and get the keys and from there we will slowly start to get everything from the storage shed into the new place.

God had a plan for us and obviously His time is not our time and if we only trust in Him.  It's times like this that He demonstrates that sometimes we just need to have a little faith.  He will never allow us to go through anything that we can't handle (and because He is always with us, we will never have to handle it alone).

After we left the realtor's office we stopped to have a celebratory ice cream at Cold Stone, the one which just happens to be owned by the brother of two members of our faire guild.  So we have a home for the kitties for a few days while we get stuff packed, moved and into the new place.

We've got Comcast ready to be installed after we move in and it should be much faster than what we have now- which is a joke.  And tomorrow SMUD & PG&E will be called to give them the new address and the change of everything on the second.  It'll be very nice to have power for the AC on these hot, summer days.

And Coops, well, I think she's going to be fine- once she realizes that we're not going to just abandon her.  The cats are a bit freaked out but they should settle in a few days.

And tomorrow is the great move out.  Everything must go!  We've got two strong, manly men who've offered to help us move and we've got some raw, feminine power who're coming as well.

I think, by the time the day is done, we're going to be oh so tired it won't even be funny.

And then Sunday, we get to make sure everything's all spotless.  And this house spotless when we moved in.  We're hoping that someone is willing to come in for a clean on Sunday.  Merry Maids isn't normally open for cleans on Sunday but if there's a need and someone is willing to pick up a shift then we've got a cleaner.  But, that's only if someone is willing.  If not, well, we've cleaned a house before from top to bottom and we can do it again.  

Moving Part IV: Housing

Right off of Namath is McLean and on McLean is a house, a very nice house at that.

Yesterday the three of us went on a very long tour of 5 different prospective houses and one of them was on a street called McLean.  We went through several streets named after famous ball ball players and we decided that we have to live in this neighborhood, if nothing else it'll make my aunt chortle with glee whenever she visits us.

Of all the houses we saw yesterday this was our favorite and we really wanted to get it.  So we returned to the lettings agent and we were told that there was already an application in for it and they just had to talk to the owner to see if the owner wanted these people or not.

So we sat there and decided on whether or not we wanted to go ahead and put an application in for this house, even though there was one pending.  Now, the agency is really good about this.  If you are interested in a house then you can put in an application.  If you're the first applicant for a house, they process it and if they approve you and if the owner approves you then you've got the house.  If you're a back up applicant then you get a shot if the the first applicant either fails to get the house or backs out of  it.

If you've been following the saga then you know that Sunday is the day to be out.  Saturday is the big day and we're going to get out of here and do who knows what next.  It's also our Big Clean.

Back to the house.

This afternoon we get a call from the lettings agency and they were letting us know that the house on McLean is available if we'd like to come in and pay for the application on that house.  Oh, you bet we would!  We all three jumped into the car and headed over there real quick like.  A couple were in front of us and they were told that applications usually take anywhere from 24-72 hours to process, though sometimes they take a week.  So we're hoping and praying that sometime tomorrow we'll get a call saying that our application's been accepted- hopefully we'll get a call saying our application's been approved and the owner has accepted the application and we're free to move in.

They're also open on Saturdays so, if we don't get a happy call on friday then God willing we'll get a happy call on Saturday!

But we shall see.

As far as this house well... we're going to start cleaning tomorrow.  We're going to get everything movable in the rooms and fit them downstairs and then we're going to clean them.  Tomorrow is going to be an annoyingly busy day.  But then each day has been annoyingly busy so what's a few more?

Still though, hard to think that we're going to be done with everything in just 3 days more.

Also, if you would like some wood, we have some and we're going to have problems moving it.  If you show up to help, then feel free to help yourself to some wood.  It's all cut and seasoned too!

Also, all the cars are now insured, registered and smogged.  Thank you God!

Moving Part III: Cars and DMV

DMV?  I know, you already feel my pain but you've not yet heard this part of the moving tale.

If you don't actually know, we have to move.  Our landlord is getting a divorce and well... he has to sell the house and we have to move.  So we've been trying to do just that- move.  And it ain't cheap.  And it just got more expensive.

We have two cars that weren't working for one reason or another and it turns out they just needed new batteries.  Batteries, that's easy right?  heh.

The other night we call AAA to have them come and tow the cars to my dad's house where we were going to house them for a few weeks until we could get them up and running or, at the very least, towed back to our new place.  Whichever was most feasible.  The only problem is that AAA doesn't tow cars that aren't registered.  And you can't register cars that aren't insured and it's pointless to insure cars that aren't working.

Well, a battery guy with AAA came out, put in new batteries in both cars and now they're working just fine.  I'm still not sure if the green car has a flat tire because it sounds flat. And it also needs to have the windshield fixed.  Fun.

So, yesterday morning I got up nice and early-ish and got myself to DMV.  My biggest question was: what do I need to do to get these cars street legal.  It took me 20 minutes standing in line to get my number to wait to see a person.  Oh, fun.  When I asked the very nice woman that she gave me a look and said, "street legal?"  She then did some computer fu and asked me if they were insured.  I said they would be as of today.

So here's what we had to do
1. get them insured
2. go online and pay $14 per car to register them as insured with DMV
3. pay the registration and show proof of insurance
4. get them smogged
5. then they can get their stickers

great.

So all three of us head over to AAA and we get the cars insured again.  And then George- the amazing insurance guy calls DMV for us so we don't have to do the registration suspension ourselves.  Thank you George!  And, did you know that if you are a AAA member you can do things like register your car at AAA?  Oh, yes you can.  So we did.  Only, DMV is backwards and does the only cash or check thing.  Well, if you go into an actual DMV branch they will take debit cards.  But no Credit Cards- really? uhg.  So we pay the soul rushing registration fees for the two cars (and we're going to have to do it again in Sept. for the green car).

With all that done it's time to get them smogged.  Happily it's only about $68 to get it smogged- including the certificate they automatically send to DMV.  Now, for an additional $25 they'll give us a sticker too.  Um... no... I'll go to AAA for that.  Or DMV.  Either or.

Well, I took the blue car over and it didn't pass.  But then, it's been sitting for a while and the computer needs to be driven a bit before it's ready to pass.  So I need to drive both cars around a while before they'll be ready to be smogged.  But once they've been driven I think they'll be good and I can get the stickers.  Let's just hope it works as I hope!

Admendum: After a full day of looking at houses and putting in an application for a place, we got some food and then we took the car to get smogged.  And he passed!  Happy day!  Babe passed so now all we need to do is get the green car smogged.  So, if it's cool enough, I'll take Cooper to the dog park, maybe a couple of them, just to get the car going.  And then I'll have some things I need to do tomorrow- like get the sticker for the blue car!  Once I've driven that around for a bit then I'll go and get that smogged and, god willing, it will be all smogged.

Let's just hope the tires on it are still good.  It feels like one of the tires is flat when I'm in it but they don't look flat when just sitting here.  Oye, tires, be nice to us please!

Moving Part II

Wow, we sure do work fast.

When we started to pack things up it seemed like it would take simply forever.  Wednesday Lib & I wanted to get the garage cleared out so we could put things out for the rag & bone man who was coming friday morning.  And boy howdy, did we manage it!  We took 4 truck loads of stuff to the shed.  And that included condensing boxes, repacking boxes that were dead or dying and loading it all up.  And the majority of boxes we have?  You guess it: books.  I think we have an endless supply of books.  The only thing we have in the garage right now are furniture that our hired muscle will help move next week.  It's nice to have male friends.

And with the garage all but done, we looked inward.  So we were up at 6, got the stuff out for the rag & bone man and they were taking only metal and electronics- not what the flyer they put out said.  Hopefully vultures will come by tonight and take what we don't want.  But then, this ain't exactly Hull and we don't exactly have Travelers walking the streets looking for things to take.  But we do get scavengers every now and then.  By 7:30 we had a truck full of stuff to take over to Goodwill- but only after a spot of breakfast.  By 8:15 we were back home and putting things into boxes.  Our living room is stacked with boxes, boxes and even more boxes.  In some cases we even have box-ception which will make things fun when we open them.

We're even being really smart about the labeling too!  We're writing what's inside the box along with the year of closing (eg., memorabilia 2013) so we know when something was last opened.  We had some Christmas decoration Mom & I had gotten when we first moved into this house because we couldn't find our regular decorations for the tree and last year my sister bought more tree decorations so we had quite a few boxes.  It's nice though because we have 2 boxes full of the more traditional decorations we've had for ages and the newer, slightly less sentimental, ornaments from the last few years.  At least we have lights that work.

I can't even begin to imagine how much stuff we've gotten rid of.  It seems to be the way, whenever you move you get rid of things you don't really need and then, when you unpack from a move, you throw even more things out.

But now it is the 26th and we were hoping to be out by the 1st and it looks like we just might do it too. And, for the most part we're done packing.  Oh sure, there's a few odds and ends and then there's food we have to go through and figure out what to do with it but we're done packing.  Mostly.

The hard part comes next: getting everything out.  We have things left in the garage that we're going to need to clear out, break down, and move.  And won't that be fun?  It seems quite daunting right now.  It's one thing to get the house pretty much packed up but now it's time to clear it all out and make it all pretty.

We're hoping to have friends come on Saturday to help us clear out the furniture that we can't quite do on our own- at least, not easily.  God willing we'll be able to get a place by then (knock on wood) but I'm not holding my breath. If we do though, then we'll be able to move all that furniture right into the new house and won't that be simply grand?  :)

So, we'll see what happens over the next couple of days.  Today we're going to turn in applications to rent a house for a bit.  Hopefully the fact that two of us really aren't working much right now isn't going to be an issue.

Moving Part I

I hate moving.

I really hate moving.

Maybe it's because I am inherintly lazing, because I hate throwing things away (I might need it at some random point in the future) or it just might be that I had boxing things up and taking them from one place to another.

It might be a combination of everything.

But I hate moving.  Have I mentioned that before?

Our landlord has to sell the house where we're currently living.  That sucks.  He gave us time to find a new place and move.  So we've been looking but there's really no rentals in Elk Grove right now.  So we're looking to buy something.  And there's a reason people go through real estate agents. Holy cow.  I have my eye on a house with a huge back yard, large enough for a 100 person wedding.  Not too bad.    It's also a HUD home, which makes it even better.

But it doesn't look like we're going to be able to find anywhere to stay in the next few weeks so we're onto plan B.

We're going on a car camping trip!

Oh yes.  This is the best part of moving- the homeless stage.  Oh, we're not homeless so much as between houses.  That sounds better, right?  Sort of like, I'm between jobs right now.  We will be moving into a new place, it's just a question of when.  :)

As of right now we have most of our rooms all packed up.  There are a few odds and ends and a few strays that have yet to find a box to go into, but most of it's all done.  I have taken apart my bed and am now doing the mattress-on-the-floor thing.  It's not as bad as it seems.

This morning the sister and I packed up a load into the back of dad's truck and, once mom's off of work we'll head over to get a storage shed and put it all in there, then we'll load it back up.  My sister and I have decided that we're going to clear out the garage first.  There's a lot of stuff in there and life will be much easier if we can clear that out.

Hopefully that shouldn't take us more than a couple of days to get all cleared out and into the storage shed.

But our biggest problem will be dealing with two cars that are A, not currently running, and B, not exactly registered or insured.  I figure that in order to get them up and running we've got a lot of work to do.  The Green Car will require a new windscreen, a new battery and it will need to be insured and registered.  Once that's done then It'll need to go for the smog test and, once that's passed I'll be able to pick up the registration sticker, slap it onto the license plate and it'll be legal once more.  I think I'd need to do the same thing for Babe- though from what I understand Babe isn't exactly letting anyone open the hood.  Which makes putting in a new battery a bit difficult.  Hopefully we can get some help from people who are better at cars than we are.

We are really hoping to be out by the first so we don't have to pay any rent for the month of July- let us see how well we do!

Reverse Culture Shock...?

Look left then right!

When I left for England I had a lot of culture shocks.  I knew about many of them when I came over but it still surprised me because who doesn't put eggs in a cooler but on a shelf?  And why aren't there any proper hot dogs? Is it too much to ask for Ball Park hot dogs or Hebrew National?  Hot dog buns too maybe?  And what is up with burgers and KFC?  Oh no, that is so not chicken done right.  And then, of course, it took me ages to learn to look right then left when crossing the street.  I had to relearn how to cross the bloody street.

So yeah, there were a few shocks but, eventually, they became second nature and I didn't even notice them after a while.  But how have I managed since I have returned?

The very first thing I noticed was the size of the bottle of Diet Coke I got when I got off the plane in Seattle.  I am not used to seeing a 20 oz bottle of anything and lemme tell you, it is much larger than anything back in merrie olde England.  So are the cans of Diet Coke (12 oz is larger than a 331 ml can of soda).

I keep expecting to have these huge moments of reverse culture shock but they really aren't coming, perhaps the two cultures are too similar or maybe it's because I'm native to California and I was only gone for a little over a year.  And I'm not too sure how to feel about it.  Maybe it's a good thing, or maybe it's because you can take the girl out of California but you can't take the California out of the girl.

I must admit though that I am still looking right then left and I need to get out of that habit.  It's not a good idea when you're driving.  And I have gotten into the wrong lane to make a left hand turn but I caught myself before any cars came my way.  And I have picked up some British modes of speech that I was not aware of.  For example, I was speaking to a friend on the phone and I said, "... maybe we can meet up tuesday then ya?"  Apparently adding 'then ya' at the end of a sentence is not very American.  Who knew?

A New Week

One year, four months, three days, and twelve hours.

That's how long I was gone from CA before my return.  Not like I was counting or anything.

The hardest part is being away.  The journey dulls the sadness, the fatigue of making sure you get to your next flight on time, going through passport control and getting a bite to eat between flights shunts the sadness away until you're ready to deal with it.  This doesn't mean you won't cry on the plane, it just means you're not actively thinking about it.  Maybe.

It has been a week now since I have returned and it feels strange to say the least.  Before I left for England I kept thinking in four months this will have been the longest I've been away from home and now I find myself thinking that each minute is the longest I've been away from my Gunton.  We are by no means the first couple to have been separated for one reason or another nor do I delude myself in thinking that ours is the worst separation imaginable.  Knowing how hard it was for me to leave only made me aware just how hard it has to be for all those military wives to hold and kiss their husbands one last time, not sure if this is going to be the last time or if there is going to be a next time.

For all that we are separated by 5000 miles of ocean and landmass, I am able to stay in pretty much constant contact with him.  We skype and when we're not skyping I can send him an iMessage.  The only time we're truly apart is when he's asleep during my evening and when I am asleep during his morning and early afternoon.

So, a lot of people have been wondering what's the plan.  The plan is simple- kill the batman- no wait, wrong plan.  The plan is to return me to England to be with him.  While I am back home I will be trying to find a job.  This will allow me to save up some money so that when I am ready to return, I'll be able to bring Cooper with me.  I'll most likely be returning on a fiancée or spouse visa so I'll be bringing the dog with me, I wouldn't want to keep her in CA when I'll be gone so much longer than a year.  Gunton, on his end, gets to do the hard stuff- be able to meet the visa requirements.

No pressure darling.

I don't like being away from him, I don't like not being able to be with him whenever I want but I also understand that this isn't forever and we'll eventually be together again and I know that I could have it so much worse.