Wordless Wednesday
Saturday Caturday on Sunday
I’ve had a migraine since Friday afternoon ~ triggered, no doubt, by my mowing of my front lawn ~ I love the smell of freshly cut grass but that smell just doesn’t love me. Nothing in nature seems to love me ~ I’ve had bad allergies since I was a child & I’ve been getting full-blown migraines since I was ten years old ~ around the time puberty hit me. I thought going through menopause would end them BUT NO! No such luck.
I was in bed for most of yesterday. The cats were with me most of the time, cuddled up together like they usually are.
The only reason I got up is because the cats wanted to be fed & then I realized that I was really hungry. So I made myself the first decent meal I’d had since Thursday ~ boneless pork chop, tiny red potatoes, steamed spinach. With a few spoons of Hershey’s Butter Pecan ice cream for dessert. If you’ve never had Hershey’s ice cream, find where you can buy it & try it! It’s the best.
This morning, I woke up with another massive headache & I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to get up but as usual, the cats were insisting that I get out of bed & feed them. My four-legged alarm clocks! They have NO snooze button! Forget about it!
But after I fed them, I made coffee & sometimes, a cup of coffee is all you need to bring you around. & then I made myself a righteous breakfast ~ fried potatoes using the leftover potatoes from last night’s dinner, a fried egg, the last of the Italian bread, toasted, & a few pieces of ham, lightly fried in the egg pan after I took the egg out. I’m feeling much better now, although there’s still some pressure behind my left eye.
Just now, I watched Radar wash himself in a patch of light. I love how the light streams through the half-circle window in the front door for about ten minutes after the sun come up. There’s something so meditative about watching a cat wash itself. He was very thorough.
Now he’s sleeping in his favorite spot on the couch in the living room.
Meanwhile, Bobby is sleeping in his favorite place on the couch in the study.
The neighborhood is so nice & quiet. I love Sunday mornings. It’s like I’m the only one awake & I probably am. I wish it was like this all the time.
August 22: Dorothy Parker
References.
Parker, Dorothy. “Symptom Recital”. The Portable Dorothy Parker. Edited by Brendan Gill. NY: Penguin Books, 1973. poem is found on page 112.
Saturday Caturday
Today, August 17, is Black Cat Appreciation Day.
I was lying on the couch with Bobby earlier today, holding him, as we both napped. A text message woke me up so I decided to take a picture of us. It’s not easy to get a selfie of yourself holding a cat when you’re lying on a couch but I managed to do it.
An Apology to My Many Loyal Readers
I flew to Boston, Massachusetts last week & had a FABULOUS time. Some of you may be aware that I lived in Westford, Massachusetts as a teenager during the last century & in Lowell, Massachusetts in the late teens of the current century (see what I did there ~ clever, huh?) & even though Buffalo, New York is my hometown ~ I was born in Buffalo & I’ve lived here for most of my adult life ~ I have a deep & abiding love for Boston. It’s a real city, in a way that Buffalo just isn’t ~ not anymore, anyway ~ & maybe never was. I would love to live in Boston ~ somewhere on the North Shore ~ Revere, Lynn, Salem, Beverly ~ maybe Gloucester or Manchester-on-the-Sea, if I can afford that. I want to be near the ocean & I want to live in a city with a decent public transportation system. The one in Buffalo ~ the NFTA ~ absolutely sucks. I truly believe that their mission statement is “Fuck you, buy a car already”. The one in Boston ~ the MBTA ~ is fabulous. You can go anywhere ~ at a fraction of the cost here in Buffalo ~ & in half the time.
I’ve been back four days & I’ve been just kinda shuffling around the house here. I’ve got the laundry done but it still needs to be folded & put away. The grass needs cutting & the gardens all need weeding ~ it’s going to rain all weekend, so this all needs to be done today & tomorrow. The house is a mess. I don’t know how it got to be so messy. Did the cats have a party when I was gone? Maybe a fund raiser for Kamala Harris? I’m really beginning to wonder! I mean ~ how did a house that was closed up for four days get to be so dirty? But whatever ~ I’m going to have to do the equivalent of a spring cleaning ~ one room at a time ~ moving all the furniture ~ thoroughly dusting & vacuuming ~ washing floors & windows ~ decluttering on a massive level.
I love my little house but I think that my various disabilities are catching up with me & I just can’t do the physical work required when you own a suburban house with a front & back yard & gardens to maintain. I think I’m ready for a condo ~ I’ve turned into an old woman & I own that.
Anyway ~ I’m behind with everything. Reading, writing, blogging, housework, yardwork, everything. I’ll be trying to catch up but I apologize for my light posting.
Blessings to all.
The History of What We All Say
I don’t know about you, but I find this kind of reading entertaining & interesting!
Saturday Caturday ~ very late on Sunday
I’ve been in Boston since Wednesday & I had an early flight home this morning ~ I got into Buffalo at 9 a.m. & I was exhausted ~ I had four days of non-stop action ~ running around Boston, going to all the places I wanted to see & going up to Lowell to visit my friends up there & getting together with a friend, who spent a few days & nights with me ~ going out to eat & partying & dancing & staying way too late.
I put in a small order to Wegmans as soon as I got off the plane since I knew that the little bit of milk that I had in the fridge was going to be sour & I needed a few other things ~ the InstaCart delivery dude was there right after I got home, which was excellent. I was able to cook myself a nice Sunday dinner & then take a nap.
The cats were SO happy to see me! Radar was on the couch in the front window when I got home & he was meowing at me when he saw me get out of the Lyft. Both cats were at the door to greet me. Later on, I was sitting on the couch & I could see a bunch of dried snot on the window & I knew that Radar must have been sitting there the whole time I was away ~ looking for me ~ waiting for me to come home. They have both been by my side since I got home.
I fell asleep on the living room couch after my Sunday dinner ~ I almost never sleep on that couch ~ I usually sleep on the couch in my study. But I was so exhausted, I was sleeping before I knew it ~ I had just sat down to look out the window & then I was out cold. When I woke up, Radar was right there, sleeping with me. Bobby was on the end table ~ out of sight but there.
I wasn’t going to do Saturday Caturday until tomorrow ~ I went to bed about an hour ago but the phone woke me so I decided to get up & write this. Both cats were sleeping on the bed with me & both of them have followed me out to the study. I’ll feed them & then we’ll all go back to bed. It’s only 7 p.m. but I’m worn out from traveling & partying.
I’m just so happy my cats missed me! Such love they’ve shown me all day!
August 4: Assia Djebar
References.
Djebar, Assia. Fantasia: An Algeria Cavalcade. Portsmouth, NH: Heinemann, 1993. excerpt found on page 58.
August 3: Diane Wakoski
References.
Wakoski, Diane. “The Realization of Difference”. No More Masks!: An Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Women Poets. Edited by Florence Howe. NY: HarperPerennial, 1993. poem is found on page 284.
Saturday Caturday
Radar, my bathroom buddy. This is where he sits when I’m soaking in the tub. & yes, I was in a very hot bath when I took this picture! Being very careful not to drop my phone in the water!
Needless to say, Radar hates it when I take a shower. He sits on the sink & complains. LOL
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