Saturday Caturday … a day late

I was out of town yesterday & away from my laptop, so I was unable to blog about Radar & Bobby. This morning, I was busy catching up on emails & blog posts that I missed yesterday, so I’m just getting to blogging about about my sweeties right now.

I don’t know where Bobby is hiding but Radar is curled up on his favorite box of the moment. As you can see, I still have quite a bit of unpacking to do! More like finding places for everything! But I’m in no hurry. I agree with the cats – it’s always a good time for a nap!

photograph © polly macdavid  2021       

Saturday Caturday

This is the last Saturday in this apartment. My house closes on Monday & we move this coming Friday. Next Saturday, the cats will be getting to know their new home.

photograph © polly macdavid

Saturday Caturday

I am packing to move & Radar is playing King of the Hill with the boxes. He wanted to get up on the top box but couldn’t (it was tipsy) so he had to be content with the smaller tower. After I took this picture, he slept here for several hours.

photograph © polly macdavid 2021

Saturday Caturday … on Sunday

The plumber was here all day yesterday.  The apartment that I’ve moved into has been empty since 1978 so the pipes don’t work as well as they should.  Since the plumber was in and out of the apartment most of the day and making a LOT of noise with various power-tools, the cats were upset and hiding.  I didn’t see Bobby all day.  I honestly thought that he had gotten out of the house or maybe down in the cellar when the backdoor was left open.  I had asked that the door remain closed but you know how it is when you have a workman doing a job … he’s not thinking about your cats.   But Bobby was in the apartment.  I don’t know where he was … but he reappeared when the plumber left & it was quiet again.

Today, we enjoyed the peace.  I did a little more unpacking but mostly read & wrote.  Jack slept on his pile of blankets.  Radar reclaimed “his” table.  Bobby wandered around & checked things out.  Soon it’ll be time to go to bed.   Tomorrow we’ll get more things put in their proper places & make this place even more homey.   I think we’re going to be happy here.





all photographs © polly macdavid


I have been moving since last Friday.  I won’t be done until this coming Monday.   I never have had a move like this & of course it’s all because of the COVID-19 virus.  The movers I hired called me on Saturday & told me that they would be unable to move me because of the ban on non-essential businesses.  My son & I moved most of my things in his Pontiac Vibe … I own around 1000 books (maybe more) in 40 milk crates & various other boxes, as well as boxes filled with my diaries, poetry, & other writing.  I have a bad back; I hired movers for a reason.  However, we got most of it done.  There’s still a few things left at the old place.  & there’s the washer & dryer that needs to be moved.  I have the same landlord at the new place as the old place; he has found me a mover who will move my washer & dryer.   So hopefully, by this coming Monday, I will be completely moved in my new place & can unpack and settle in while “sheltering in place”.

The cats have been kinda freaked out but it’s not their first move, either.  They have been checking out the new kitchen cupboards before I fill them with the china.





all photographs © polly macdavid

Saturday Caturday

Moving is a drag but it gives Radar boxes to play in.  He likes the packing paper, too!


photograph © polly macdavid






Some of you may be wondering why there hasn’t been much activity here lately – no new chapters of “Excerpts from a Diary” on luvappleblog or new poems on “no commas”.  The reason is that I have been busy looking for & finding a new apartment in a new city & now I am packing to move.

I have moved a LOT in my life.  I have a list somewhere of all my moves & all my addresses – I’m not sure where, in some file – & I have resided at over 50 places in my life.  Moving is a drag but it isn’t as bad as some people might think.  The key – of course – is organization.  Five minutes of organization will save you fifteen minutes of fucking around.  At the very least!  & when you move a lot, you tend to shed yourself of everything that is non-essential.  Even though I lived at this most recent apartment only five years, I still managed to accumulate a TON of stuff – some of which I sold – other things were donated to charity.  Both my garbage can & my recycling bin were full today.  I like going through everything – deciding what to keep & what to discard – finding forgotten gems that stir beloved memories – which all make me want to get settled & back to work.

It’ll probably be another few weeks before I am completely settled & ready to concentrate on some serious writing but until then – stay tuned!  Things are only going to get better from here.