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Saturday Caturday
It’s another cold, windy day here in Buffalo, NY – but not that cold – it’s above freezing & the snow has that spongy look it gets when it’s slowly melting. The driveway is all ice from the freezing rain the other night & I can see that the street is slick. I have no plans to go anywhere. I’m halfway through Jamaica Inn by Daphne DeMaurier & I have other books stacked up, ready to be read. I have a few other projects I might work on. The piano needs to be played, as well.
This week, all the holiday decorations came down & were packed away & put into the attic. I moved the furniture more or less back into the places they were before December. Bobby is happy that “his” chair is back in front of the picture windows, covered up with his favorite old comforter, where it can get a bit of the weak winter sun that’s attempting to shine today:
Radar is on the little bed I made for him in the spare room. It’s another old comforter but he doesn’t care. It’s by the heater vent & it’s nice & warm.
Such a beautiful truth…
YES
Saturday Caturday
It’s the worst weather in the world. No snow, just damp & cold & not even very cold … just in the upper 30s, low 40s. I hate these kind of winters. Arthritis weather. This is the kind of weather we’re supposed to be having in March, not January.
I made a fire to take away the damp chill. Bobby & Radar love the fire.
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An updated poem from the grey lady.
Saturday Caturday
It’s a typical winter Saturday afternoon here at Chez Silverapplequeen. I have laundry to fold & writing to do & there’s beef stew simmering on the stove. The cats are sleeping on the spare room bed … well, until I walked in there to take a picture of them.
WTF
If you care about women’s sports …
WOMEN ARE BEING ROBBED.
I had no idea this was so widespread, especially here in the US. This is a gross violation of women’s rights. Women have the right to their own spaces, which includes sports, without men competing against men, & that includes men who “identify” as women, because such identification is meaningless except to the person making that claim. It is only a fact inside that person’s head. It’s time to get real.
link here ~~~> http://shewon.org/
Found on Infidel’s great Sunday links page.
Saturday Caturday
I got home late yesterday from my trip to see my new granddaughter & I am still quite exhausted. Radar was waiting for me on the washing machine when I walked in the back door & he meowed HELLO … I had thought he would ignore me like he usually does but he was all over me. The house smelled from three days of the cat box not being cleaned but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I had left four bowls of food & five bowls of water, but they only ate out of the bowl they usually do & ignored the other three & only drank some of the water. I bet that they slept most of the time I was gone.
As soon as I got home, I cleaned the cat box & picked up the extra bowls of food. After I took a hot bath & had a bite to eat, I went to bed. I was so tired I didn’t even bother unpacking. Both cats slept with me all night.
This morning, as I sat at my desk & got caught up on emails & other work, both cats were right by me … Radar on my desk & Bobby at my feet.
I had to do some shopping but the rest of the day, I’ve been resting. I am so glad to be home but oh! I can hardly wait to see my little girl again!
For those of you who are interested, here’s a picture of me & my lovely little granddaughter. She’s six weeks old. For what it’s worth, she looks just like my son & me. LOL
Tuesday Timeout
I’ve been busy all morning, getting ready for my trip down to Tennessee tomorrow to see my new granddaughter. I was up at 4 a.m. (which isn’t unusual for me) & had laundry in at 5:30. I am mostly all packed. You can see the rainbow-colored blanket I knitted for my granddaughter on the top of the pile there. I always put all my things into plastic bags, in case TSA wants to take a look.
I just gave the kitties their lunch & I had a bite myself & now it’s time for naps. Radar is on “his” chair next to my desk & Bobby is ready to get cozy with me on the couch in the study, like he always does.
I’m not taking my laptop with me on this trip so I won’t be posting anything until I get back, which will be late Friday afternoon. But I’ll be checking in as much as I can with my phone. I’m taking a small notebook, of course – I’ll have to write! But checking in with social media simply won’t be necessary these next few days. I’ll have more important things on my mind!
So … until Friday evening or, more likely, Saturday morning … happy blogging, everyone!
Self-Awareness and isolation are linked
So this explains it. & honestly, I don’t mind being alone anymore. It’s a condition that I’ve grown to appreciate & even love.
The closer you come to self-awareness the more isolated you will become from society as a whole. There’s one simple reason why this is true and that is, the people who reach self-awareness understand how much self analysis is required to understand themselves that it’s virtually impossible to understand other people so they stop trying. Of course, they still interact with society but it’s a silent relationship, they don’t try to change other people from the path they’ve chosen to follow because that’s what people who are not self-aware do. I’ll leave you with one final thought.
Self-awareness is a journey you alone can take.
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