I know, I know. Posting once a year is probably not considered a blog. It's like ... random commenting. Anyway.
A lot has changed in my life over the last little while. I bought a house, which required moving to a new city on the other side of the county, adopted two adorable and possibly lethal (we'll talk about this in a later post) kittens named Leo and Benny, and my sister who I've been living with is getting married (tomorrow actually).
These last few weeks, though, I've started realizing that I need to take more enjoyment in the moment. So, the other night I played hide-n-go-seek with my two kitties - and I was the one hiding. Actually, they may have just thought I'd suddenly gone crazy and was streaking through the house for no reason. They follow, though, because food might be involved.
After moving into my new house, I discovered all kinds of things I hadn't noticed before purchasing it. For instance, the dishwasher isn't actually secured to anything. So pulling out the top drawer and placing a single plastic cup on one of the pegs causes the entire machine to tip forward. It would crash to the floor except that the back hits the underside of the counter. The washing machine "walks" no matter how much or how little clothes I put in it. The vents in the living room either blow ice cold or hell-fire hot. The master bathroom toilet leaks when you push the handle, and the carpet that meets the linoleum in the kitchen is no longer stapled down (thank you kitties for bringing this to my attention).
For some reason Leo (who is named for Leo the Lion - he looks like a big fluffy white lion with a fat gray nose) keeps siting in front of the cold air return vent in the kitchen and dragging his claws down it. He sits there scraping at it over and over and over again. The other night, I was in the living room talking on the telephone when I could hear him start up again. I looked around for my spray bottle (I can never find it when they are doing bad things, which is probably why they continue to be disobedient LDS's -- Little Demon Shits). Getting up to look in the bedroom for the spray bottle, I realized neither cat was anywhere near the vent. Benny and Leo were each across the kitchen from the vent staring at it with wide eyes. Creepy.
So, this is my new blog "About Me" statement: I am a young woman living alone in my very own haunted house, complete with two Little Demon Shits (for protection -- from whatever). I spend my days drudging through complex federal banking regulations, and my nights enjoying a good ghost story (not experience!) or two.
Here's hoping October continues to be an ... interesting month.
