Saturday Caturday

We’ve had the coldest weather of the season these past several days. Right now it’s 18 degrees, which is the warmest it’s been, but there’s a steady breeze of about 14 mph, which brings down the real feel to about 10 or so. But that’s better than yesterday, which was only 3 degrees, with a wind chill of minus 5 or 6 or maybe more. It was brutal out there yesterday.

The cats are staying close to the heating vents. Here they are in the spare bedroom. Bobby’s on the bed I made for Radar & Radar is one of the pillows on the bed. The vent is under the window. I had new windows put in this summer, so the heat isn’t escaping, like it did with the old windows.


Missing Tile Syndrome

This is so true! I used to think of this as a puzzle where there’s always a piece missing & you’ll never find that piece but it doesn’t mean that the picture of the puzzle is any less beautiful! You have to take the good with the bad! A wonderful post!

Kaushal Kishore

A hotel had a very beautiful swimming pool made of Italian tiles, but one tile was missing. People would come and appreciate the beauty of the pool, but their eyes would be fixed on that missing one among thousands of tiles. They would finally leave unsatisfied.

We have 32 teeth, but our tongue goes only till the broken tooth. If a chair is removed from the drawing room, our attention will go only to the absence of that chair.

We focus on what we do not have, but are not satisfied with what we have. Just one shortcoming snatches all our happiness in a moment.

This tendency of humans is called the “Missing Tile Syndrome”, a term coined by Dennis Prager. It is a very big obstacle to happiness, as the mind gets preoccupied with imperfections and anomalies.

This is a psychological problem that may give rise to both mental…

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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.

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.

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.


If you care about women’s sports …

aunt polly's rants


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.

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Found on Infidel’s great Sunday links page.

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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