I moved upstairs on Friday into the blue room and yesterday I spent a good part of my day bringing up all the little things and the likes of my computer and such. You don't really realise how much you've got until you're carrying it up and down stairs, load after small load! But nevertheless, it's good to be up here, and it's nice to not have a room that's a funny shape like my one downstairs was. This one has a small wardrobe built into the roof cavity on the side of the dormer window section, and it's much more box like - so it's more simple to organise.
I can assure you it won't be staying this tidy forever, but I'll try to keep it this way for as long as possible!! :D
If I told you our roof had a pitch of about 45 degrees, you mightn't believe me. But it's pretty close to it, as you can see from around about where my desk sits..., that's the actual roof line. I guess that's what you get when you live in an old church!!
I took Pippa in to get fixed up on Wednesday, even though I hated having to abandon her there for most of the day. That night was absolutely terrible. Usually, when Pippa sleeps during the day and doesn't use up too much energy, she is kinda terrifying.
Last night was quite a normal occurrence, this time she was sitting behind my computer, chewing on cords, knocking my ornaments out of place and when you try to stop her, well in my case, she attacks. Full on, claws, teeth, anything that she can use as a weapon, she uses. As of last night, my arms and hands are shredded to bits, almost literally.
However after being in an induced sleep for a few hours, stressed out and in pain, she was brutal. I was quite concerned she'd do damage to herself rather than me, after I caught her yanking out her stitches. We attempted to hand make a cone to put over her head - didn't work. Then we took an ankle strap bandage and tried to put that around her - didn't work. I was considering whether they administered a bit too much of the anti sedation, because I've never seen her so crazy in my life. In the end we just went to bed, turned off all the lights and hoped she would calm down eventually. Then sometime during the night she showed up on my bed. Almost like a little kid who'd had a bad dream, with a really sad look on her face when she asked me if she could snuggle in with me. Man, I felt stink. I know she's gotta be spayed, but I've never seen such a bad reaction to it before...fingers crossed she'll eventually get over herself, however the scary part is that we've got to take her back into the vet for the remaining stitches to be removed....ha ha ha...
Oh yeah, and if anyone wants a good book recommendation, then try Jodi Picoult's "Keeping Faith". It's quite interesting, takes a bit to get into but it's a good story, although I'm only half way through it. You know how usually you can almost predict what's going to happen? Not possible in this one, I'm still not sure how it's going to end or how it would end.
Basically it's about this little girl, Faith, who gets an imaginary friend after her parents divorce. Eventually they realise that she's talking to God, so it sends their world into a crazy frenzy of people not believing it, others trying to get miracles out of her, etc etc. Like I said, quite interesting for a story line, I have never read anything like it before...
Went milking again this morning, came home, opened up the house and made mum and dad a coffee in bed, shocking aye?! Now I'm just sitting up here, contemplating life, looking out my dormer window and listening to the neighbouring cows eat - like, they're in the paddock next door and they're so noisy. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch, sloshing around in the wet ground. Not the most picturesque view, what with the road cutting right in the middle of it, but it'll do :)
Life is good, for now :)