Month: December 2022

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Saturday Caturday

I’ve been busy all day, cleaning the house before the New Year. I’m one of those people who believe that you should have a completely clean house before the strike of midnight on on New Year’s … all your garbage should be taken out of the house, your laundry should be completely washed, dried, folded & put away, the rooms all dusted & vacuumed, the floors washed, the bathrooms completely cleaned, the windows opened so that fresh air can come into the house & the old air can go out. I even cleaned the cat box & put in nice new litter for the kitties.

Because I was so busy cleaning all day, the cats were hiding. Late this afternoon, I made a fire in the fireplace, even though it’s rather warm … 43 degrees as of this writing. But it’s raining & it’s damp. & there’s nothing like a nice fire on New Year’s Eve.

Bobby is still hiding but Radar is camped out next to the hearth, where it’s warm. He loves the fireplace.

From all of us here at Chez Silverapplequeen … Happy New Year! We’ll be back in 2023!

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Hope in the Midst of Despair

TRUTH

Don't Lose Hope

“There comes a point when it all becomes too much. When we get too tired to fight anymore, so we give up. That’s when the real work begins. To find hope when there seems to be absolutely none at all.” – Grey’s Anatomy

One day it will be different. One day you will be able to look back and see that life has changed, and you’ve been able to move on. Maybe just a little, but enough to make a difference.

It might not feel like it just now. I get that. Because I have been there too.

I have been in the place where I’ve given up on hope.

Because it seemed there was no basis for hope.

Because I was far too broken to hope.

Because hope seemed like a crazy idea.

I have been there … so I get why you can’t believe, even although…

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She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm.

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She was a Spring day and I was a winter storm.

She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching the sun fall into the sea. She had secret angel wings on her back and she didn’t like sadness. She was a artist who saw beauty in everything.
When I found her. I was seeking the good death. I sat with her and I watched her paint the Monterey Bay. I bought her coffee and sandwiches. I told her. All work and no food.  Will kill your hunger to create. She stopped painting and she came to me. She told me, my name is Lilith, as she caressed my face. She told me. I see heavy sadness in your face and your face is already ancient. Can I paint you?
I told her. my name is Johnnie…

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Christmas morning

The Buffalo News is reporting that the Buffalo-Niagara International Airport got 34 inches of snow as of 7 p.m. last night – the snow was still falling at that point, so it must have exceeded that amount by now. Where I live got 20 inches of snow, but again, at 7 p.m., the snow was still falling. I went to bed soon after that & got back up again around midnight. The snow had finally stopped falling but the wind was still blowing like mad. I could finally see out my front windows. The snow drift in front of my house was touching the front awning & I could see that it stretched across my driveway into the yard next door & probably beyond that. Across the street, there were similar drifts in front of the houses there. My new neighbor in the lemon yellow house across the street has a giant Chevy pickup & the drift was higher than the bed of his truck. He was completely snowed in – that truck wasn’t going anywhere for a while. None of us are going anywhere for a while.

There wasn’t any footsteps in the snow – no tracks in the street – there hadn’t been a snowplow yet. The snow completely blanketed the street & the yards in my neighborhood as far as I could see – it was really beautiful & magical. The wind whipped the snow up into spirals of white flying crystals. It made me think of Doctor Zhivago. All the scene needed was a horse-drawn sleigh with bells.

I went back to bed & the kitties curled up with me. I told them that Santa Claus would be here soon. I had been telling them to be good for weeks because Santa Claus only brings new toys to good kitties.

When I got back up & looked outside, the snowplow had gone by & some of the magic was gone. But – Santa Claus had been here!

Happy Holidays from Silverapplequeen, Radar & Bobby!

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Saturday Caturday

Once again, Buffalo & Western New York are being hammered by a blizzard. I know that this area is not the only place in America that’s being hit by winter weather, but this is where I live, so this is what I report on.

Bobby is hiding because he hates the sound of the blizzard-force winds hitting the house & shaking the house like it’s a dusty rug. But Radar has been going from window to window, complaining that he can’t see out. This morning, he’s been at the big picture windows in the living room, meowing at the snow.

You can’t see from these photographs, but there’s a snowdrift outside these windows as tall as the awning. This drift is the one that’s pressed against my front door, making it impossible to open. There’s another drift in the back, pressing again my back door. The irony is that I brought my snow shovel into the house before the storm so that it wouldn’t get buried by the snow & I would be able to just shovel my way out of the house. I didn’t know I was going to be unable to open my doors! LOL ~

Luckily, I have everything I need & don’t need to go anywhere until Wednesday, when I have a chiropractor appointment. But I’ll need someone to dig me out! This is a new one on me. I’ve lived through numerous snow storms & blizzards but never been incarcerated within my own home by the snow! But hey! It’s Christmas Eve & I have no wants, no needs, no worries. Just two sweet kitties & a lot of love.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

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Saturday Caturday

I cleaned out a closet the other day & made piles of old clothes & material scraps on the spare bedroom bed. I am planning to make a quilt. Of course, the cats think this is a grand place to nap.