cat stuff

I don't have enough cardboard boxes!!
What's more, there are two pregnant cats who will deliver any day now.
never thought I'll have to salvage boxes from the trash and that is exactly what I'm masking myself for.
I have no hazmat suit to go dumpster diving, but thankfully there's another old bedsheet I'd been meaning to donate which will come in use to make warm and comforting snug area for the cats and their babies if they chose to deliver in the boxes.

More updates on it soon.

Kettles that bubble with boiling water while spouting steam.

I've been in a sort of boxed haze. Packing is more tiring than running a marathon. You can't begin to realize when, how and where did you end up amassing so much stuff that needs a hundred odd boxes. 

Boxes for everything. For tiny knick knacks and cutesy kitch stuff to utensils and bedding..and don't even get me started on clothes. So many clothes and all I've been wearing is sweat pants and a tee for the past couple days. 

Everything's almost done, and if all goes well then tomorrow we shall spirit away to Shanghai in afternoon. 'If all goes well' being the keyword, because my kitchen is still to get packed..and my bicycles are yet to be dismantled and packed. 

I'm no hoarder and it's not funny the amount of stuff that's been a part of discarded boxes. 

Shoes that no longer look good, crockery that's lost its sheen, cutlery that's lost its charm, bottles that've lost their caps and clothes that no longer fit or just don't feel right anymore. 

So much apple junk! Gah, what a lot of useless silver gadgets with shiny screens.  A mistake I mean to rectify over the coming time. I shall soon be a window convert or at least anything that isn't apple. 

I'd the weirdest dream: that I was cycling in a narrow carpeted corridor after solving linear equations that's didn't even look like linear equations.