Before they took it all down... I had a bit of a restless night last night. Now that I donated my bed's mattress to charity (even though it was barely seven years old, I decided to get rid of as much as I could before the move and treat myself to a new memory foam mattress when I get to Vegas), I've been sleeping on the sleeper sofa in my living room. It rained hard early in the morning and the "plinks" of the raindrops on the metal fireplace woke me up. I probably should've put my earplugs in, but I didn't feel like getting up and waking up my bird. Oh well.
In general, my bird's been pretty good about the preparations for the move over the past week. Every now and then, he'll have a whiny moment that really triggers me but for the most part, he's been mostly quiet while I run around the apartment packing boxes. I do take breaks here and there when I can take him out and let him nuzzle on my shoulder, but then he gets so comfortable that he tucks his head into his back and falls asleep - making it hard for me to get up and continue packing. (He's so cute when he does that, I don't want to wake him up!)
This morning, the maintenance men in my apartment complex came by to help take down some of the items they helped me hang high up by my cathedral ceiling. It's amazing how fast they took everything down. It was such a godsend! Granted, one of them whistled (one of my triggers), but he said he was just trying to say "hi" to my bird. There's so much to pack, it seems like every time I pack/shred/ recycle boxes, more things pop up. I'm hoping to wrap things up soon (pun intended). The movers are coming on Monday, so I'd like to be finished packing Sunday afternoon so I can rest well before the chaos.
It also hit me that right at this moment one week from now - I should be arriving in Vegas. I can't believe the transition is almost here! I'm actually dividing up the 20+ hour drive into two days, staying at a hotel in Denver (a nearly perfect halfway point), so I can take my time getting out there. What I find interesting is how difficult it has been to not only find a hotel in Denver that will allow birds, but in Vegas as well. So many places say they allow pets, but when I asked if that includes a bird, about 75% of those hotels say they only allow dogs, not cats/birds/lizards/etc... Some said that they only allow service animals I knew I should've tried to register my bird to be an "emotional support animal," like the flight attendants in Portland suggested to me. It's interesting to hear some of the other justifications too... One person said that they have balconies with doors that open to the outside. (Do they honestly think I'd take him out with the door open?) Another said it was a health issue concern. (I think he's cleaner than most cats/dogs.) Luckily, the arrangements have been made for both cities and I can turn my attention back to packing.
In general, my bird's been pretty good about the preparations for the move over the past week. Every now and then, he'll have a whiny moment that really triggers me but for the most part, he's been mostly quiet while I run around the apartment packing boxes. I do take breaks here and there when I can take him out and let him nuzzle on my shoulder, but then he gets so comfortable that he tucks his head into his back and falls asleep - making it hard for me to get up and continue packing. (He's so cute when he does that, I don't want to wake him up!)
This morning, the maintenance men in my apartment complex came by to help take down some of the items they helped me hang high up by my cathedral ceiling. It's amazing how fast they took everything down. It was such a godsend! Granted, one of them whistled (one of my triggers), but he said he was just trying to say "hi" to my bird. There's so much to pack, it seems like every time I pack/shred/ recycle boxes, more things pop up. I'm hoping to wrap things up soon (pun intended). The movers are coming on Monday, so I'd like to be finished packing Sunday afternoon so I can rest well before the chaos.
It also hit me that right at this moment one week from now - I should be arriving in Vegas. I can't believe the transition is almost here! I'm actually dividing up the 20+ hour drive into two days, staying at a hotel in Denver (a nearly perfect halfway point), so I can take my time getting out there. What I find interesting is how difficult it has been to not only find a hotel in Denver that will allow birds, but in Vegas as well. So many places say they allow pets, but when I asked if that includes a bird, about 75% of those hotels say they only allow dogs, not cats/birds/lizards/etc... Some said that they only allow service animals I knew I should've tried to register my bird to be an "emotional support animal," like the flight attendants in Portland suggested to me. It's interesting to hear some of the other justifications too... One person said that they have balconies with doors that open to the outside. (Do they honestly think I'd take him out with the door open?) Another said it was a health issue concern. (I think he's cleaner than most cats/dogs.) Luckily, the arrangements have been made for both cities and I can turn my attention back to packing.
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