Every time I make a new blog post I notice that I no longer have a ‘menagerie’. I don’t have my bunnies any more. But I do still have my cat Nala. This studio apartment isn’t even big enough to have room for a sofa. I couldn’t even imagine having 2 bunnies living here like I used to. But I still love having my own little place. Even if it’s without furniture - furniture-less I told someone once.

Last week I allowed my kitty to go and wander around at night. She went down 4 flights of stairs looking for a mouse or a lizard no doubt. But it was the middle of the night, or early morning hours. And she got caught in the sprinklers. I had to go down and find her. She was all wet, walked right up to me with a subdued-sounding little mew. It was frightening for a few moments for me. As I walked around searching for her, terrible thoughts occurring in my head. Luckily she hasn't been crying to go out now, after that escapade. 

She's such a funny cat, without even trying to be funny.  One strange little habit she has is that she jumps into the litterbox immediately after I clean it out and pour fresh litter into it....and poops. Sometimes she'll jump into it while I'm pouring the litter.

I read a book by Dr. Schlesinger recently. In it she writes about someone’s life being ruined after writing in a blog. I don’t believe that everyone’s life would get ruined, writing in a blog. Unless one writes something their workplace associates are offended by. That’s what happened in her book. “Learning How To Swim, With Sharks (While On Land)”. I wrote a ‘letter’ of sorts once, years ago, in my blog. And which later I deleted. But I knew what would happen. And since then, the person in my life (or persons), are no longer in my life, and that’s fine. They weren’t happy people anyway.

I guess what some people don’t like to hear is the truth. Or I should say, the truth as others see it, from another person’s viewpoint. There are those of us who cannot afford to look at ourselves, let alone someone else look at them and say “blah” (insert truthful words).

Sometimes, no usually – no always, it’s best and more wise to just not say anything. That is, unless you are me. My therapist said that I need to learn how to make a face when someone says something untrue or just weird or annoying. It’s hard to do that in cyberspace.

Alright, now onto the better stuff: My work project ended. Why is that good you ask, because now I can both go back to school and sleep in. I’ve again put my studies on the back burner. For 3 semesters now I’ve been not in school. I’ll be able to get some more courses done in order to finish. And also, I can catch up on reading.

Oh and I have no television. I hardly notice it though. I have Facebook and my Internet connection at home.

My mother has been so incredibly kind and helpful. I know I've written about this before. Life is just better with a mother. A nice mother that is.

I finally bought a new bathing suit and took a trip to the beach. I also went back to visiting the gym. I joined one in the late 90's and bought a lifetime membership, which I sometimes place on pause. But now I use it, try to go twice a week now. I'm hoping to get to be able to go three times a week soon. Little by little I'll get back to that schedule. This wasn't something that I was able to do, while working full time. I already notice my muscles getting more toned, and feeling so much better.

I started eating healthier too. Salads - okay when eaten in a restaurant, but don't like making them at home. I've been eating them now for a couple of months. And I'm not liking them much now. I get fruit too, and raisins. And I drink my soy milk like......a lot.

A few people from my past have gotten in touch with me, one person while I lived up north called me. And some old classmates found me on Facebook. But as yet I haven't actually visited with any of them face-to-face.

I've been thinking a lot about how much I miss sketching. So tomorrow I'm going to go and by a new sketchbook. Mine are still up north, in storage, where all the rest of my belongings are. If I do get a sketchbook, it'll be something else I can do instead of (not) watching television.

A few of my friends and I are getting together this Friday at the apartment of a co-worker.  We will be eating Mexican food for sure!