Kindly Póg Mo Thóin

Oh, yes. I found more. Another two boxes filled with paper and files that need to be shredded or filed.

The worst part was that I found those boxes at the very end of my move-out, which took literally all day Sunday — I got up at 5:30, started clearing out/packing up at 6, the movers came at 8:45, they finished getting my stuff into storage at 1:30, then I went back to finish loading up my stuff and cleaning out the crap I was throwing out. Having the buyer come at 7 proved to be overly ambitious, since I only finished with the final clearout at 10:30 and finished getting my stuff into the new place at 11:30 pm. We wound up doing the walkthrough, then I left the keys with my broker, who lives in the building, and the buyer picked them up in the morning.

I wound up throwing out massive amounts of stuff that had been shoved into the back of the closet, plus an unconscionable amount of perfectly good food that I just couldn’t transport.

The cats went over in the first carload of stuff at 7:30. Had I not had help getting the stuff up the stairs, I would probably still be unloading. Fortunately, the woman I’m subletting from helped me with the first carload, and then my friends J and G, from whom I borrowed the car, came with me on the second trip and drove back. They took pity on me because I was on the verge of tears from being hot, exhausted, undernourished (I think I’d had a peanut butter sandwich, coffee, hummus and some pop tarts all day), dehydrated and despairing. Plus, they wanted their car back.

No Junebug at this sublet; she’s with J and G until August. It’s a cute little apartment in Clinton Hill, in a brownstone. The neighborhood reminds me a lot, as far as the architecture goes, of Brooklyn Heights, with that mix of brownstones, wooden houses, brick mansions and big stone churches. I’ve discovered the good coffee shops already. There’s an air conditioner in the apartment, but it’s the kind that vents through a hose, and the hose came detatched some time in the night, meaning that the thing was blasting hot air into the apartment. I thought the heat had come on in the room where the A/C is, since the baseboard heaters were hot. Jen, the woman I’m renting from, is coming over later to help me fix the hose. There will be duct tape involved.

The cats, being furry, are not happy with this state of affairs. Sugarplum, as is her wont, has camped out in the tub, while Zuzu just splays herself on the floors. None of us are eating much in this heat, but I’m a little worried they’re not drinking enough water, and I know dehydration is really bad for cats. Ceiling Cat knows I had dehydration issues yesterday — I had at least four liters of water and only peed twice all day.