Saturday Caturday

I ordered a new rug for my office/library the last week of April & IT FINALLY CAME this past Wednesday after three weeks of being told it was being delivered this day or that day by Fed-Ex … & being told that it was DELIVERED & SIGNED FOR on a day several days before the last day the tracking info told me it was being delivered to me … believe me, I was on the phone & giving the Fed-Ex person HELL … not that it their fault, because it wasn’t … they were just going by what the tracking info was telling them … which was wrong, of course.  But I did get my rug.

The cats of course love it.  Radar thinks it’s the best thing he’s ever had.  It’s a very thick, soft rug.  The other cats love it, too. Of course they have sharpened their claws on it & I’ve had to fix a few pulled-out strings.  But that’s life with cats.

Here’s pictures of Radar playing with a felt mouse filled with catnip.  He hasn’t played with this toy in FOREVER … in fact, this is Jack’s favorite toy but here is Radar, playing with the toy.  It’s at a years old but there’s still enough catnip in it for the cats to get a buzz off it.  They rub their heads on it so that’s how I know.




photographs © polly macdavid




killed by indifference


A lot has been written about the way George Floyd was killed. I think most of what I’ve read gets the story wrong. People have called it a deliberate murder. They’ve said it was a result of racial animus. They’ve described it as a hate crime.

I don’t think that’s entirely correct. I think it was something even worse. I think it was an act of casual indifference.

I don’t know what motivated Derek Chauvin, the Minneapolis police officer who kept his knee on Floyd’s neck. How could I? But from watching the video, my sense is that Chauvin wasn’t angry. He wasn’t scared. He didn’t feel threatened. He wasn’t nervous or alarmed or even annoyed. Chauvin, to me, seemed unconcerned, not just about what was he was doing, but also to what was taking place around him. He seemed unmoved by it all.

That’s what I saw in the…

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Are you?



Real life has me busy, so I have to be short but…anyone remember this?

…We’re going to win so much, you’re going to be so sick and tired of winning, you’re going to come to me and go ‘Please, please, we can’t win anymore.’ You’ve heard this one. You’ll say ‘Please, Mr. President, we beg you sir, we don’t want to win anymore. It’s too much. It’s not fair to everybody else…And I’m going to say ‘I’m sorry, but we’re going to keep winning, winning, winning, We’re going to make America great again.’”

Donald Trump, 2016

Sick and tired of winning yet?

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12 Reasons Self-Editing Is the Best Writing Coach

Meg Dowell Writes

1. You’re already your worst critic. Who better to scrutinize your words than the person who wrote them?

2. It’s not that we CAN’T see the flaws in our own work. We just don’t LIKE IT.

3. As you learn to separate writing and revising, you gain the discipline necessary to excel at both.

4. At some point, you have to learn to laugh at yourself, and how many times you use the same word/phrase over and over and over and over …

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enjoyable, escapist reading

Peedeel's Blog

The other day an interviewer, quoting some long-gone review of one of my early books, asked if I minded their being called “enjoyable, escapist reading”.

I said, “Why on earth should I? That is exactly what I should like them to be; work to give joy, work to provide escape from oneself.”

Then I realised that he, like all too many people, saw joy and escape as – not wrong exactly, but, shall we say, not quite worthy? Better to face “life as it is”, which phrase now never seems to mean being in the garden among the roses, or listening to music or making love, but doing the washing up or cleaning the drains or watching scarifying TV documentaries about the vilest aspects of human nature…We are brainwashed into believing that no one should waste time on making things of beauty, or on providing people with a key which…

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The Divided States

A Must-Read


During a state of emergency, the true character of a nation becomes known. Given the confusion and mistrust exacerbated by the coronavirus, might it be reasonable to conclude that we have lost our common identity as Americans? Perhaps decades of political bickering have at last taken their toll, rendering the United States a nation untrue to name.

A vintage American Flag and the text “with liberty and justice for all.”

Divide and conquer, a tactic usually reserved for foreign policy now seems more applicable domestically, not as evidence of a conspiracy but as the modus operandi of a plutocracy operating under the guise of democracy. Isn’t that why millions of Americans are mired in frustration, unable to make a difference as they rail against the other half and struggle to stay afloat?

Sadly, the issues that consume so much of our time are largely irrelevant, especially in retrospect. From one scandal to the next we are kept occupied and consequently impotent. Have we…

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Saturday Caturday



photograph © polly macdavid


Summertime & the livin’ is easy!  The windows are open & Radar is sleepin’ & dreamin’!

I love how he lays his head on his outstretched legs like that!  He was there until it started to rain.