I recently lost my kitty of 7 years. That he is dead is not surprising. He was an indoor/outdoor cat and the chances of him not living long were pretty high. What was horrific, was finding him halfway down the block, gutted... I think we have coyotes in the neighborhood and he was chased, killed and eaten. I feel guilty, depressed and did I mention guilty. He was a beautiful long hair black male, probably 13lbs. and a touch cranky. He didn't know the meaning of the word nice. Actually, not true. He was nice to me. Anyone else had to earn his respect. God forbid you walked past him and he wasn't in the mood for it. He would just attack your ankle and run away! This was the number one reason he lived at cat city in Greenwood for so long. Someone would adopt him, he would attack them at home and they would return him the next day. Me? I thought it was hilarious! He finally stopped attacking me after the first year to my regret. Though, he took great pains to quietly stalk me outside. Too CUTE! I loved my little fuzz face very much and he will be sorely, sorely missed. He was perfect.

Sigh...

I'm having a rough couple of months. I broke up with my boyfriend of almost 5 years in December, got back together with him in February, found a new roomie who has questionable aiming-at-the-toilet-bowl skills, and am now trying to figure out what to do next. Hmmm, there must be some sort of bad move I can make next. No, actually, getting back together with M was a good move. He needed a wake up call about his life and how it is affecting not just him, but everyone he loves and who love him back. He has responded with a very positive can-do attitude. He's sad, but excited about what his future could hold. He can now see a future of some comfort. I, on the other hand, am tired, unhappy, sad and am seeing Sandy Matthews MSW again. I hope to get excited about life again soon. Until then, blog, blog, blog...

So, last September, I posted a title with nothing underneath called 'How will I live without a car?!?' Since then, I've figured it out. But I will backtrack a touch. Due to a variety of reasons (none of them I'll get into in this post) I declared bankruptcy last year. Gas prices were high as were my car payments, and I was seriously broke, so I chose to let go of my car through bankruptcy. My payments were current, but I had no idea how I was going to make the next one, or the one after that. I bought a bike, dropped off my car and rode off into the sunset, crying all the way. Now it's February of the new year and I have to say that for the most part, I don't miss the car. I live two miles from where I work and less than a mile from grocery stores, restaurants, a movie theatre and most importantly a bike shop. I mostly walk, but the bike is handy as a way to cart more that four bags of groceries, or to go farther than work. It turns out that giving up my car has made me feel freer than before. No car payments, insurance, gas and anything that may go kablooie. I'm not babysitting a big hunk of metal. I've also found zipcar.com. It's a car sharing program that lets me rent a car by the hour for bigger errands. I'm really looking forward to this coming summer. I have a feeling I'm not going worry about getting around anymore.