Whew
We made it safely. The pickup stalled a lot but didn't die, and now it's unpacked and we're more or less settled into the townhouse. Not exactly, as we're not buying furniture till we get to the farmette in a couple months; but I've unpacked most of the odds and ends we did bring and found places to stow much of it. And I've washed the previous owner's soap scum and beard hairs out of my bathroom's medicine cabinet (eeuw!). Why is it one always has to wash a place when moving in AND when moving out? Who are the people who get to move into the clean places? Oh well.

Incidentally I've just discovered we could call the property we're purchasing a "farmlet" if we prefer. My honey tends to want to call it a farm, but it ain't that. Maybe we should give it a name; that would satisfy the need, surely. Hm. "The Folly," perhaps. Or even "RK's Folly" if we're being formal.

The drive was long but mostly unexciting, which is how we like it. We were able to have a very late dinner with quietspaces on the first day, which was pleasant. Lu was reasonably forgiving the next morning, and went into her carrier without much fuss. On the second morning, somewhere in Iowa, she was less certain we knew what we were doing. On the third morning, in Elkhart Indiana, she had become aware that we knew nothing. "No," she said, when I suggested the carrier. "DO NOT WANT. Bad peepul. NO."

Now she is settled behind me on my chair, just the way she likes, and has seemingly forgiven our error, perhaps in part because last night I put away her carrier and, after dinner, bought her some nice catnip and a scratchy toy, as well as a shiny new litter box. Sometimes bribes really do help.

The trucking company says our stuff will arrive tomorrow. We had rather expected a few days' respite before having to unload it all, but what the heck, might as well get it over with. Then we'll have a couple of months to rest before we have to reload it in whatever (perhaps a U-haul) for the trip to The Folly.