Very much tidying to do for a while, I looked for a spot to put my laptop - this very instrument of blogging - and put it on the mattress even as I laid the sheets and blankets thinking I would remember. Out into the shed went the sleeping bags, into the Goodwill pile went the bracelets and PJ bottoms - a task checked off the list. Now for blogging about Ramona. Where is my laptop? Not at the table. Not in the bedroom.
Here it is. The couple who owns the house we're buying has an upright piano which will stay, and I put my spinet piano on Craigslist and haven't heard a peep. I had to move it out from under the TV and put it in a new place:
The cats suspected a move and spooked pretty badly. Through all the foreboding, Ramona, able to focus on canned cat food, still sits at my door waiting for me to walk down the hall toward the kitchen where the canned cat food might be accessed. I walked toward her to fetch some tape and she jauntiy trotted down the hall and under the keyboard of the piano like it was a bower to the food bowl.
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