I have a lot of hang-ups, and chronology is one of them. But let’s think in terms of Vonnegut, and decide that time is not linear. If I start putting up content chronologically, we might have to wait until 2025 to see 2017. From now on, I’ll be putting up random photodiary post from whatever month/ week/ day that strikes my fancy.
October of this year is the first victim.
This is such a blurry shot, but I wanted to include Shusha, as she’s been such an active part of October. I haven’t had the chance to mention her on the blog yet, but she’s appeared on my Instagram several times. Shusha is a stray kitten I picked up in September. My original intention was to foster her and find her a home, but eh. She found a home in my flat.
Schnitzel the elder can’t it with these younguns.
And Dusya is like, WTF mate. As always.
On the lovely, lovely day of 1 October Kishinev ran a marathon. I wanted to run as well, and I started training, but my back and neck had other ideas. Had to sit out this one. Sad, because my cousin, her husband, and our mutual friend all ran.
Birthday flowers. October light is a beautiful thing.
Schnitzel, however, is unimpressed.
The tallest and largest bouquet of flowers I have ever received. It’s from my dad.
Aren’t they pretty? They were about half my height, and I’m a moderately tall lady.
That day I also baked pancakes, American-style.
This is a selfie I sent to my friends when they betrayed me and went to hang out without me. Beeches. They sent a smug smiling selfie back. Can’t find it.
Some time later, I made meself a belated birthday cake.
No baking involved, just store-bought wafer cake layers and (store-bought again) dolce de leche.
Best cake in the world.
— Alexandra (@armrwrpnt) October 8, 2017
Shusha looking very surprised.
Shusha trying to eat me.
Shusha trying to pretend she’s a calm and peaceful kitty.
Those paws, though. And nose. SO CUTE EEEEE.
My friend gave me a bar of her vegan white chocolate, because ‘vegan’ and ‘chocolate’ don’t go well together. :P Also, I couldn’t eat any other sweets at that point.
My birthday balloon looking kinda sad.
My birthday is actually in September. I suppose that’s why.
These sneakers served me well for more than a year, but I suppose it’s time for them to go. Spot the tear.