M. Silver's Journal: Shuffling things back and forth pointlessly

I'm still in a sort of holding pattern, waiting for my son's preschool to start (tomorrow's his first official day (eek) but daily classes don't start until the 13th), thereby giving me vast amounts of time to clean the house.

Yeah, okay, that's delusional. It's only three hours a day, albeit five days a week. Importantly, though, it's three hours a day when I don't have to worry about what he's doing upstairs while I'm working downstairs. And until I get some space made downstairs, I'm just not going to make much progress upstairs. I'm shuffling stuff into corners and things waiting for storage space to magically appear.

I did move one object out of my old "office" downstairs... the kitty condo. My cats outgrew it years ago, so it's served as a sort of end table. Just one of those little made-out-of-a-cardboard-cylinder sorts, carpeted. I moved the clutter that had accumulated on it, and noticed a weird sort of dirt on top. It looks like worm castings, near as I can tell, like unto the sort that my mealworms used to leave back in the days when I had a pet anole. Really weird. Now I'm wondering if we have some sort of infestation all over down there, or if there was just some sort of weird insect that lived off the thick layer of cat hair that was felted onto the top of the condo.

At any rate, I took the thing outside, shook the worse of the junk off it in the grass, and set it on one of the porch chairs (hopefully high enough off the ground that no stray cat will decide to spray it during the night) to await inspection and vacuuming by daylight.

The former neighbor's son is digging out around the ancient shed (our neighborhood pre-dates garages) to expose the rotted siding (why the siding extends below ground level is a mystery to me), which worries me as far as termites go. Between that and the mystery castings, it's definitely time to get an exterminator in to check things out.

It's all the antique computer bits that are going to be really scary. I'll have to report on just how many dead-or-obsolete monitors we've accumulated, for instance. Perhaps I'll pile them all up and take a picture.