Mr. Troutbend has gone to Las Vegas for a few days to check on the house and his cat that lives there. The cat is able to get into the garage through a little vent and then use the cat door to get into the house. There is a large waterer the size used for large dogs and small horses, as well as a good-sized dry food feeder, so the cat can eat and drink if he wants to. Otherwise, he probably drinks out of swimming pools in the neighborhood and catches birds.
I'm enjoying some alone time and getting some projects done. One of them was rearranging the garage. After the big flood I put the salvaged contents of the flooded old cabin in the garage, waiting for the day the replacement cabin was completed. The new tenant, though, has his own furniture and modern decorating style, so he's not interested in borrowing any of the eclectic, possibly charming items that I have in storage. I've been loading some of it - kitchen items and dishes - into the back of my truck to take to the thrift store. Some of the dishes were my sister's every day stoneware dishes when she got married in 1973. When she got tired of them, my mother bought them from her so she could buy another pattern. It's not a complete set, but the pattern is (or was) popular, so maybe some thrift store customer will think they are a find.
There is a tiny bit of nostalgia because the memories of my mother and sister are involved, but the dishes are also haunted because my mother had put them over in that old cabin, and my dad rented it to con artists who eventually sued us, claiming that my dad had gifted that property to them and in addition my dad's estate owed them $400,000. And my sister took their side. Seems like getting rid of these dishes might help me put all that past behind.
And it helps a lot that I tore down that 107 year-old cabin and built a new one - all the ghosts won't recognize the place, and will move on.