Plucking Flowers Blogging

  I feel energetic and full of life. I nurture my mind, body and soul in loving ways. My body is strong and healthy.

Wow. It's been a year since the Covid outbreak was declared a pandemic. Definitely did not think it would last more than a couple months. It's been tougher than I'd like to admit, but could've been worse, so I'm thankful I've been able to survive the year (with no health issues) and grateful I was able to keep my head above water this whole time. Unfortunately, it is still ongoing and the end is nowhere in sight (thanks to our so-called leaders making very poor decisions, and disillusioned individuals so blinded by hatred they can't see past their own stupidity). It's been nearly one year (next week) that I've been to my main job (primary source of income) but I've been blessed with a salary to help me through this time. It's enable me to survive, and I was actually able to not have to use my savings ... until recently. Ouch. I was already pretty much a germaphobe (like, really, people are kinda nasty) and homebody before the pandemic, so not...

  On December 23 rd … no.   Let me go back.   Even before the Covid pandemic started I had been thinking of finally adopting another cat.   It’s been years since my boy Bruce Lee passed away after all.   I even ran in Petco a couple times to see cats up for adoption.   But the pandemic hit, there was lockdown. I just stayed home. A lot. Like, more than usual. Cut to October 2020, maybe even before that, and kitty fever is striking.   It’s time.   Finally.   Even Bruce Lee thought so, since he kept bringing me cats in dreams.   So I went inside Petco, fell in love with a little orange tabby, sent a text asking about him, filled out an application, interviewed and played with him.   Then, NOTHING.   (To this day, nothing.)   I had been looking online for adoptable cats too and went back to look at a cat I’d liked (even sent his picture with others to my mom and best friend) and asked if he was still available.   ...