This morning we were rudely awoken by a huge furry racket: Our cat had run out of food. This put her in such a panic she started urgently licking the plastic shower curtain as if her life depended on it. Hobbes’ healthy waistline is attributed to the huge importance she’s placed on the amount of food in her bowl. And we, foolishly, have catered to her. Last night all we had left was cat treats, which I lavishly placed in her bowl to Hobbes’ grave disappointment. This morning the treats had been devoured and no substitute would suffice so, after chowing on the free continental breakfast, we headed off to Trader Joe’s.
Aaaah, T.J’s how I have missed you! I couldn’t believe it: Fresh flowers addorned the entrance! I stumbled up and down the aisle, gawking and trying to take it all in. I couldn’t even pick anything out; Sushi for 2.95? Cat food for 29 cents a can? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I don’t know why I ever thought I’d seriously shop at Whole Foods regularly now that I can remember how bad ass Trader Joe’s is! (And I even worked there five years ago). The oppression I experienced in CO wasn’t fully felt until I embraced the aisles of T.J.s . Hurrah for Goddess Dressing and Organic Chocolate bars! We picked out some cat food and a double wide cat scratcher and vowed to return once we found a place.
Josh and I embarked on yet another detailed house hunt, the kind that involves internet and newpaper searches, phone calls (and message leaving), drive by’s, and the occasional break for food. After being almost run over several times, flipped off twice, and multiple cases of road rage (other people’s and our own), we ruled out Capitol Hill entirely. I’m done trying to manuever a car down a narrow, conjested street, only to be nearly struck by someone going the wrong way around a turn-a-bout. The neighborhood is still grossly overpriced for what you get, and parking is a nightmare…forget it. We headed south and found comfort in Madrona, Leschi, and First Hill. So, we’ll see….