Generation 5

Chapter 5.8

Alright.  I’m not one to admit that others might be right but I gotta be honest.  This shit sucks.  I’m out of money which means I’m out of food.  My mortgage payment is due…like yesterday.  I’m hungry, I’m cold, and now I’m wet because I have to scavenge for flowers, rocks, and other random crap just to get by another day and today, of course, it’s raining.  FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS.

And this is not to say that I don’t love my house.  I do!  It’s mine and I love it.  Buuuuuuuut…it might need a little more work.  That doesn’t mean Hadley and Lucifer were right.  It just means that, you know, I came to this conclusion 100% on my own.

Luckily the weather quickly changed and I was able to venture down to the community garden.  My diet these days is mostly lemons, basil, and onions.  I’m not the best smelling person but I get by.  I’ve found if I head out early in the morning, the heat isn’t quite so oppressive and I’m able to harvest and collect more than my fair share of goodies from around the neighborhood.

I was walking back home when I happened by one of the vendor stalls and there was PIZZA just lying on the ground.  PIZZA, people!

Never one to pass up an opportunity, I quickly snagged the pizza and headed home.  That would make a tasty lunch for sure.  I was so invigorated by my find that I decided there was no time like the present to clean up some of the trash and detritus from the front yard.

It’s still not perfect, but it’s a start.  I would have worked on it more but I needed to get down to the river to catch a few fish for dinner.  So far I had only been catching minnows but I had a feeling a big day was ahead.

But my luck had run out.  There were no fish to be had today.  Not even a minnow.

I went back home and dug into my pizza.  I was struck by just how alone I was these days.  The house was too quiet, all my friends and family were long gone.  It was just me.  I needed a buddy.  First, I needed to call my sister.

“Hi, Bee!  It’s me Violet.”

“Vi!  How are things?  Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.  I actually scored a great lunch.  Someone left a slice of pizza on the ground which is the best meal I’ve had in weeks!  Oh — and I’m thinking of getting a cat.”  There was silence on the other end of the line.  “Hello?  Bee!?  Did I lose the connection out here?”

No, I’m still here.  I’m just…shocked I guess.  Do you really think a cat is a good idea?  You can barely care for yourself.”

“That’s not true!  I’m doing just fine out here!”

“You literally just bragged about eating garbage pizza.  No, you’re not fine.”

“WELL I DIDN’T ASK YOUR OPINION ANYWAY.”  I hung up the phone and called the pet adoption agency.  The next available appointment was in a week.  Since I had some time to kill I decided to go to GeekFest in the city.  I decided it would be the perfect opportunity to sell some of my woodworking items and make a little extra cash.

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6 thoughts on “Chapter 5.8”

  1. I’m giving credit to Vi. She wanted to be on her own, do it on her own and sucky as it is, she has basically accepted where she is at. making the best of her circumstance. But really, Bee was right. Wanting a cat is just her way of filling the loneliness and is not fair to the cat.

  2. Vi is as stubborn as you would expect her to be, which in this case, is to her advantage. I cringed too, about the pizza!! =( A kitty could help with the fishing, perhaps?? I know she’s lonely, but a cat is more independent than a dog, so if she must have a pet, a cat is a better choice. And, she has a while to give it a second thought before she can get one. She has a long way to go, but sim time moves quickly!! =D

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