Spending Money in Day by Day

Okay, Cibos is bored, so here’s my post:

I’ve been spending money lately. I splurged on some tech-y things: a turntable, a tablet, a 4 port/3 socket car cigarette lighter socket splitter adapter, and, my most exciting purchase, a rocketbook! If you’re interested, you can check it out here. Best of all, I got it for $20 in the Amazon Prime sale. I didn’t stop there. Travelocity tempted me and I ended up buying tickets to Fort Wayne, IN to see my sis-in-law, so now I have a fun trip to look forward to at the end of August.

I need the break. As I was sweeping yesterday, I moved a chair and noticed what I thought at first was a bit of black string, sort of tied in a knot. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was the tiniest baby black snake I’d ever seen. It was so small it could have wiggled in under a door, I suppose. I DO hope that there is not a mama black snake in my house!

In other stress, my blood test results came back. My liver and kidneys look fine, but they think my blood sugar is up (103, the threshold is 99), but when I looked at the numbers from last time, it’s down from 107! Now I have to go in for a hemoglobin A/C test. Oh, and they want another look at my Vitamin D levels. They know I go on Medicare in two months. They’re smelling blood in the water. I dislike all things medical. They always want to tell you gross stuff and stick sharp things in you. God gave us skin to cover that mess up.

Did I tell you we’ve been adopted by a stray kitty-cat? We named her Kitty Cat. I’ve been very gentle with her because she’s skittish. I finally got her to come inside (took two months), which is good. She is obviously feral and I need to take her to a vet but hate to traumatize her with a cat carrier.

We really hadn’t planned on having a pet in retirement. After Ferocious died (he was really a big baby but thought he was ferocious), it was just too painful to replace him. Kitty Cat just started hanging around. We chased her off at first, but she kept coming back and she was so painfully thin, we caved and fed her, so it really is our fault.

She’s the first thing that has given me true joy since Nick died. I feel like we needed her as much as she needed us. All she wants is love. And ear scratches. If I stop too soon, she gets up on her hind legs and bats at my hand with her paw and it makes me laugh.

I told my husband we’re the stereo-typical gray-haired couple, adopted by a stray cat, but she’s crawled into our hearts and there she will stay. I need to get her shots, spayed, and tested for feline leukemia, heart worms, etc. I am definitely crazy for taking on an expense like this, but it’s too late now.