Total can count: 166. and counting. I still have a bag of cans and water bottles that the machines wouldn’t accept last evening, along with some from work today. Probably another dollars worth. People have been pretty receptive to the idea, but I’m just waiting to see if they act on it or will just agree and not take action. A good friend of mine (cough cough Katy) has agreed to start collecting them at her place of employment, a pretty popular restaurant in the Capital District- I’ll just have to go pick them up every once in a while. Which I don’t mind at all. This will greatly help my efforts to get to Texas, and for that I am grateful.
Funny story about last night. Joe and I had dinner with his aunt and uncle, which was fabulous, and then on the way home, I was hanging out the passenger window of the fit yelling “can!” as we passed them along the side of the road. It was my job to collect, obviously. After getting a heaping bagful, we headed to the local PC in Latham. It was pretty quiet at 9:30pm and as we were walking to a cashier to collect our loot, a “normal” looking woman interrupted Joe and I to ask us a question. This is just about how it went…
Joe and I rambling on about our collection plans, when… woman: “Can I tell you two something?” me: “Sure.” woman: “Don’t ever let anything come in between your love. You two are in love. Don’t let anything come in between it. It’s happened to me and it sucks. Okay, don’t let anything come in between you.” And then, she just walked away. She didn’t look upset, but very hopeful. I took it as a sign. I’m headed to Texas! With Joe of course. So little update. I no longer need 7,000 cans- I need 14,000. Please donate. Thank you ahead of time. :]
It’s been a quiet evening here in Troy. Roscoe’s happy I’ve stuck around, especially after last night’s little incident. It was gross, almost too gross to post. Poo everywhere in the apartment. This is what I get for not feeding him on time; I guess that means he’s feeling better? We’ve been snuggling and reading and taking little naps. We were up late last night… Joe and I watched 2002’s A Walk to Remember. Don’t laugh. This was our official first date with each other- the movies to see that film, and Joe cried. But he fell asleep too early to see the ending again. I think it was an excuse to prevent the waterworks. Wow, we have known each other for a long time.
So, as I leave you for the weekend, and I have an interesting one planned, remember to save your cans and water bottles for me. Every cent counts! Here’s a little quote that’s in my shower, keeping positive thoughts in my head for tomorrow’s weigh-in. Two weeks down, one to go!