Okay, I haven’t written for ages, again! I feel like I hibernated like a bear during winter. This was the first winter of my life and husband feels like I’ve been cheated on because this year’s winter wasn’t really very winter-y. We didn’t get the usual heavy snowing but I really don’t mind since I am not friends with the cold anyway. I might have chased the winter away. I’m no Elsa. The cold bothers me!
So I go to our local Starbucks every Friday unless Leo and I are somewhere on a trip. This Friday feels different for several reasons: the usual people I see are not around, somebody else is in my usual spot, a new president will be inaugurated today.
The guy who took my usual spot is on his Surface Pro having which seems like a conference call (or some business video call). He’s trying to be as quiet as he can but he’s in Starbucks, probably has to speak louder. I guess he’s not from MD cos he keeps saying “I’m in MD” “My hotel blah blah”. And now he’s in boss man mode. Okay, enough snooping. You shouldn’t have stolen my spot!
Last night the husband was explaining to me how taxes are in America (or at least in Maryland). I think I’ve never felt so lost in my life ever.
This is waaaay too much adulting.
Oh god, husband is trying to redo our bathroom. Send help.
While I still look for a personality for my blog, let me turn this into something like a diary for now. Let’s start with today, Friday..the 13th! Most people believe Friday the 13th is unlucky like a black cat or the full moon. But is it really? I have no idea how this belief started. All I know is that my Fridays are awesome!
Every Friday Leo drops me off at our local Starbucks while i wait for Petco to open. What do I do at Petco? No I don’t work there; I take care of the cats for adoption! I have seen several cat come and get adopted. We had a black cat that took some time to get adopted only because she’s black (like it’s her fault). One time I was doing my usual cat clean up when an older mother and daughter stopped by. Daughter wanted to get her mom another cat and pointed at Katz, our black cat. The mother straight said no she doens’t want a black cat cos they’re bad luck! Whaaaaat?? Anyway, it’s her choice, but it was just sad.
Leo also loves crepes, since we all love crepes with a passion, it is only proper to learn how to make them. It is very easy even without those crepe tool things to make it look all pretty and even.
I have started the habit of walking 2 miles to the nearest shopping center here in our new place. The area has stores like Giant and TJ Maxx so after 40 minutes of walking, I do some window shopping (girls, pfft!). I’ve also discovered that across this shopping center is a Petco branch! Perfect! I walk at least 3 days a week and talk this opportunity to go see some cats and dogs and other animals because unfortunately, our lease doesn’t allow us to have pets. Having pets (or a pet) I think would be beneficial for me since I am usually alone in the house while Leo is at work. I don’t have anyone to interact with aside from the occasional neighbor’s cat that drops by for some petting and treats. It could get a bit lonely. Walking helps, for now.
So one day at Petco I noticed a sign that says that the SPCA here is looking for volunteers to help with the cats! OH MY GOODNESS. So guess what I did? Yep, I sent them an email RIGHT AWAY. Long story short, I’m gonna start this week! Yip yip!
I’ve seen some last chance adoption cats and it’s really heartbreaking for me. They look so sad, specially the older cats. I would definitely want to adopt older animals cos people usually avoid them. If it’s not a puppy or a kitten, they got lesser chances of getting adopted.
When I start my volunteer work I know it will somehow make a difference to the animals, and it would surely help me a lot.
So I had my fingerprint scan and photo taken today. Basically I flew from Maryland to Atlant and back to Maryland for a 7 minute procedure. And had to pay $1,000+ to start this whole AOS thing.
I guess governments are somewhat the same whichever country try you’re in.
Sleeping-on-the-floor Day. We got all our stuff hauled out but the movers.
This, my friends, is honeymoon.