Move Out Almost

 I took Fat Boy, the one eyed cat, up to meet his new lady close to Portland today.   I chose her because she has outdoor safe space for her cats and Fat Boy will want to be outside again.   It was tough on me, since he was here two weeks and I know he wants to go back to roaming and fighting in his familiar neighborhood but he wouldn't make it, being unable to see well or fight back due to depth issues with one eye, and no canines.

I was tired, and wanted to cry over it while driving up.  But I wiped the sorrow away, tucked it back inside, did the hand over, came home and slept.

I woke up to the neighbor lady asking if I wanted to ride to Sweet Home with her.  I was still groggy, said yes, locked the door and went over.  Besides I was curious why she'd be going to Sweet Home.  Turns out her house keeper had a cleaning job up there, drove the old Alante, the roommate sold her for $600 and it failed to start again after she went into 7-11 up there, to get a drink.

I thought we were just going to pick her up.  But we had to wait there in the parking lot at 7-11 an hour for AAA to arrive.  I was a bit nervous since this was the store I got banned from that horrid night, by the new owners, when I was out back trying to catch three more cats for an open SCR barn home placement.  

The tow truck man came.   He had a flatbed for it.  The house keeper rode with the tow truck.  My neighbor drove me home.  Her housekeeper is really homeless, a couch surfer, doesn't work full time anywhere, or own a car.  I didn't know any of that.  She had referred to someone in Sweet Home as her roommate and told me she lived there. My former neighbor said the house keeper doesn't want to work full time or be tied down by responsibilities like rent etc.  Where she's going to store and work on the Alante I don't know but my neighbor told her she could have it towed for now, to her new place, but it could only be there a few days max. 

The broken down roommate car is now going to be broken down at the neighbor's new place, instead of inside the garage next door here.

Meanwhile the roommate is leaving tomorrow if all goes well. All the chaos will be over.  I know its really stressful to move.  There's always more to do, seems like, just when you think you're done with it.

There needs to be a song about moving.   "Don't do it.  It's hell.  Don't move.  Stay put."  I'm too blitzed to come up with some lyrics this morning.