The move is complete, except for all the awful unpacking. James and I are still ready to collapse under the exhaustion of it all, especially since we got to move ourselves in all that heat on Saturday.
Would you like to see the best thing about the new house, according to the cats?
That, ladies and gentlemen, are stairs. But according to the cats, it is a giant obstacle-course-scratching-post, with human feet-bait that run up and down it. They are in their kitty-glory. Moose has become a perpetual motion-blur since we let him out of the basement to run free. He’s all but feral now.
And, oh… The glorious, glorious windows with– SQUIRREL!
After a bit of exhaustion, and before a bit of a nap… (I do not have a black eye. I don’t know why the Hipstamatic App made me look like James taught me a lesson about how women should behave.)
The cats have staked out every single window in the house. If a window they want to sit in is not open enough for them to force their little bodies into it, they meow until someone runs in and opens it for them. Elephant is the worst offender. They’re now living like spoiled grandchildren, their every whim now being granted by no less than five people at any given point.
And! We got to spend a lovely Sunday with Michelle and Arune (below) while Nate and (a different) Michelle got married.
The ceremony was beautiful, Michelle was beautiful, the weather was beautiful…
It was everything a bride hopes for on her very special day. Including a series of semi-uncomfortable moments between James and Arune.
… We couldn’t ask for a better Best Man at our wedding. Once the dust settles, I’ll be super, super excited.