Sitka or Bust: Commute The World

Now that my feet are pretty firmly grounded in Ohio, I’ve been spending most of my free time (boredom) thinking of ways to spend money that I don’t want to spend. There’s the season pass to the zoo/aquarium that could save me from spending too many weekends just merging into the fabric of my blue chair. I love zoos. This one isn’t too big, but it has all the perks I love. I went this weekend and saw a bunch of animals, of course there were some that were still too cold to be in the exhibits just yet, but overall it was a great day.

I wasn’t wearing the warmest clothes; one of the many faults I have when it comes to first seeing sunshine after a decent winter. My hands got pretty cold, even though I was wearing my driving gloves. Note to self: driving gloves are stylishly leather, but realistically can’t keep you warm like they do while still on the cows. The monstrous snowstorms of last week seemed to miss Dublin, landing us with only a few inches, but that still meant the crazies of Ohio were out in droves. The snow had mostly melted off the hardtop of the parking lots, but still the zoo lot looked like a mass chaos scene from a zombie movie. This guy had some gumption leaving his car in the lot like this. But I guess those balls were quite prevalent this weekend.

After the zoo, I spent some serious time online thinking of ways to spend some more cash. There’s the fact that my apartment has no furniture, meaning I browsed Craigslist and random furniture stores trying to make it look more lively and I guess less creepy. Not gonna lie, Craigslist weirds me out. There’s the fear of buying something that could drag bedbugs or weird germs into my apartment, and if you get beyond that there’s always the fear of wandering into some stranger’s house. I don’t necessarily like scary movies, but I’ve seen enough to know when the audience is shouting, “don’t go in there!” To me, Craigslist and horror go hand-in-hand.

Then there’s my ongoing infatuation with creeping on the Franklin County Dog Shelter. Some people enjoy food porn, maybe even regular porn, but I love puppy porn. Looking at those adorable faces makes me so happy. It would only be better if I could go to a website and see pictures of my Cheyenne. But instead, I guess I’ll just stick with the entire folder of pics I snapped at Christmas. There’s nothing as uplifting as seeing a furry faced critter when you really needed a pick-me-up. Instant win.

This free time is also leading me to think of taking up hobbies. I always wanted to be a ham radio operator, even since I found out that it has nothing to do with ham,  and I have enough space in my apartment to fit equipment because it’s currently empty anyways. Also, I would be a hot commodity when/if the zombie apocalypse goes down or cell towers are rendered obsolete. There’s also the hobby of knitting or crocheting, maybe quilting. Those are pretty useful skills too. Warm skills. One day I’ll have a sweet hobby to keep me busy so I don’t have to research ways to spend money.