It’s April!!

My birth month, and this is my song:  April ShowersThis is by Edith Holden.  One of my favorite books, The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady.

My gramma used to call me Sweet Pea.  LOLOL

Spring is springing, peeps are peeping, it’s all good.  Except of course it is gray and overcast and 39 degrees, but so what, right?  It’s spring.


Why is it, when there is a crises, instead of working together to help one another and make things better, does the worst in humanity come out more often than not.  From the headlines:  armed (because of course we are nothing without our guns, right America?) neighbors in Maine cut down a tree and dragged it across a guy’s driveway to block him in, because he was from New Jersey and might be contaminated.  The fact he had lived there since February was disregarded, because NEW JERSEY.  An old woman was knocked down and subsequently died because she was not ‘social distancing’ enough to suit someone.  People buying up necessary goods to make as much profit as possible at the first hint of trouble.  Even Amazon, so I’ve read, hiked prices on essentials, because we all know how much that poor boy Jeff Bezos needs some money.  Sometimes, I am just so ashamed to be a member of this species.

This is not saying that there are not a lot, and I mean a lot, of good people doing their best and risking their own live to help others.  It’s just so discouraging to see the dregs of humanity out there being…is there even a word for how inhumane they are being?  Hideous excuses for human beings?  IDEK.  I just need to stop reading headlines on line.  When is the next episode of Zoey’s Incredible Playlist, cause I need some music and some laughs.  I am binge watching ER and The West Wing, which aren’t exactly comedies, but do make you feel a slight bit hopeful about the good people who are out there.  Compare the West Wing’s White House to the farce we are now stuck with.  Ours is peopled by those who only care about their own bottom lines and staying in power.  The job of governing, and doing right by their constituents, seems not to be anything they even remotely contemplate.  You voted for them.  I really hope you are happy as you lay dying from this virus that was ‘contained’ weeks ago, according to the orange gas bag you have put into office. And if you could not be bothered to vote, same goes to you as well, because it’s just as much your fault as the ones who voted for him.

Yes, angry Jean is angry.  Again. Or still.  Or whatever. 

Safety with Groceries Video

This is pretty informative.  Learned some things I have done wrong, too.
safety with groceries

I’ve been thinking about this whole situation. I am really hoping that this will finally show what an incompetent buffoon is the orange gasbag whose feet people have been worshiping at. I am hoping we will learn the value of not driving every single place we go, of conservation, of doing with less, of voting for competent people with working brains, all the things that will make for a better living experience. But I have long ago lost hope in the common sense of my species, so am not holding my breath.

On the bright side, individually, people are stepping up and offering help and money and volunteering for things and working in dangerous situations like hospitals without proper safety materials. Individually, we are spectacular. It’s just the overall picture that is disturbing. So many under-educated, willfully ignorant people out there. It is NOT a good thing. I still see people out, some in groups, but there are a lot fewer of them, and much less traffic. Much less traffic. So some of us are getting it.

I am doing okay. My friend Tess and her husband stopped by and took my trash out, which I cannot do even when I am not isolating. I cannot hold up the dumpster lid AND toss the bag up and in at the same time. One or the other, and you need to do both. LOL

I am used to being alone, so am pretty happy with things right now. Weirdo kitty to play with, streaming services, and a zillion books on my kindle, so it’s all good. I would like to go outside sometime, but it’s really much too painful anyway unless I am just getting into a car to sit down again. I used to be better, and am not loving this development of constant back pain at all. I can’t stand for very long or walk very far at all. Woe is me. No, not looking for sympathy, just saying how things are. In general, things are damn good, so there.

Still having an issue with Verizon. Nothing is faster, and now my bill, which was supposed to be a particular number is now 32 dollars more. Why? What? Worse decision I have made in a long time, trying to change things up with Verizon. One hassle after another. So not worth it.

Bright sunny day here. Would open a window if I had some energy, but nooooo. LOL

My oldest Kindle.  Still works, sort of.  This thing has seen hundreds of hours of use.  It’s also my favorite version.  Whoever thought  touch screen tech was a good idea for this should be shot.  So!

Stay safe, folks. Wash your hands, stay in, learn to entertain yourselves. Cannot imagine what it was like for people way back when. They pretty much had to stay home because there wasn’t any place else. Had to entertain themselves, because no tv, no radio, no internet, no Amazon, no Kindles. Sounds pretty boring, but that was all they knew so maybe it wasn’t.



Intended this to be a regular post, but compiling this took awhile, and I need to go cook.  COOK!  ME!  Have suspended my homemakers for the duration, which means I won’t lose my hours, but will lose my current people probably.  My ‘personal chef’.  Drat, the universe hates me.  Anyway,  a lot of things I’ve collected recently, info, entertainment, etc.  I have not checked each one individually, but they are all pretty much from reliable sources.  I also did not take the time to clean up the addresses.  Sorry about that.  Here goes:

Practical tips to lower your risk of getting sick

Really, Jean? Really?

I just watched a five minute ad for drones because no dialogue but great music.  Music always sucks me in.  That’s why I watched Brokeback Mountain, originally, because the music in the ad just spoke to me.  It’s why I love Grosse Pointe Blank, because music.  And Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist.  Music, music, music.  I am a musical person who cannot play any instrument.  But music just resonates with something inside of me.The joke between my friend Tess and me is ‘there is a song for everything’ because I am singing it.  Every time.  Right now I’m watching a Steam Powered Giraffe vid.  Great group. Abney Park, too.  Love steampunk.  Once had my desktop all steampunk decked out.  Cool, man. 🙂

Theme from Brokeback Mountain

Been reading a lot about the virus, and how serious thinks are getting out there.  I went ahead and cancelled one homemaker for this week, and will probably do the other one as well. She’s the one who cooks, so it will be hard, but they are out there among all sorts of unhealthy people, and I am in a high-risk group.  More than one, actually.  Have to not panic, but still be cautious.  Catching that cold in December nearly did me in, so doubly cautious.  I am the person who almost never gets sick, too, so the severity of that was completely unexpected.

Some good news sources of the non-orange variety are The Guardian, BBC World Service, and I saw some good stuff on Forbes.  I am sorry, but I have absolutely no faith in American news organizations.  None.  I am lucky in not having cable or network, because I don’t see all the dreck that is being put out there.  John Oliver had a clip of Geraldo (remember Geraldo?  Al Capone’s vault fiasco) saying that if you can hold your breath for ten seconds, you do not have the virus.  OMG OMG OMG.  And I’m sure people are out there just breathing sighs of relief to know they are fine.  You truly cannot fix stupid, it seems.

The Guardian

Another thing I discovered: I uninstalled Dropbox, because it messed up somehow, and my computer is actually working as it should. What? I knew it could slow things down, but the practically destroy Firefox and break everything else? So ow it’s just on my MacBook Pro. I love my Mac, but there are things I just can’t figure out how to do that are so easy on windows. So that’s the one I use the most. Good old win10, the worst windows after win8 they ever came up with, I think. I managed to avoid 8 altogether, thank goodness, but could not avoid 10. Oh, well.

Stay safe, wash your hands. stay at home people. Even if you don’t get sick yourself, you can carry the illness to those who are at high risk without even realizing you’ve infected them. Caution is the word.

Reading Update, Among Other Things

Found this today.

So it’s not just me.

DST seems to have really affected me this year.  I am waking up a bit earlier than eleven, which was ten, and today woke up at ten, which was 9, which is around my normal wake up time recently.  But I am awake until quite late (or early, depending on how you choose to look at it), and am tired, tired, tired.  I wind up falling asleep after three or four hours of being awake, sleep for a couple of hours, then I am reasonably wide awake for awhile.  Have a couple of hours where if my pain levels are okay, I can Get Things Done, and then maybe around 8 or 9, falling asleep again.  This is NOT my normal.  Not at all.

Am getting concerned about this virus thingy, which I normally wouldn’t be, but as I mentioned, it has taken three months to feel l fully recovered from the cold I caught in early December.  The one that turned into a really bad illness.  So I do not want to get sick again.  Should I cancel my homemakers?  Should I stock up on water and canned goods, Should I just ignore the whole thing and go on as normal?  I am alone almost all the time anyway, so my chances of exposure is not great, but my homemakers visit lots of other people, and one also works in a nursing home, so I find this worrisome.  I make them wash their hands and use sanitizer when they get here, and they wear gloves, but I have to be on top of it, because they are not that careful.

I don’t want to give them up temporarily, because you know I will never get the one that cooks back again, and this is the first time I’ve had someone who cooks, and cooks well and I don’t want to lose her.  I did briefly have someone who cooked once or twice way back when ,but she quit early on.

Working for homecare agencies is not the most fun or lucrative job one can have.  They do vital work, but are paid by the hour and the wages are very low. They do not get paid for gas or driving time between clients, either.  It’s like teachers.  We do not value those who do the important work in this country.  Our priorities are so skewed.  Play a game for tv and get millions, teach your children to survive in this modern world… not worth much, apparently.

I am trying not to over react, but at the same time, I don’t want to be left here on my own without enough food or water.  Water, really Jean?  Well, if this gets really bad, will there be workers to run the water treatment facilities?  Could that happen?  I don’t know.  The things that run through your mind.  My mind, anyway.  So meanwhile, I am doing absolutely nothing in the way of stocking up, while I ponder.  Pondering is good?

The disheartening thing is the way out government has reacted to this.  There is a lot they could have done right off and didn’t do, because ‘it’s just the flu’.  It’s not.  I read an article about Philly and another place I have temporarily forgotten the name of.  Anyway, Philly, even being made aware the 1918 flu virus was in their area, had a giant parade to support WW1.  Thousand became ill and thousands died.  St. Louis I think was the other place, and they immediately instituted isolation procedure.  Stay home.  Avoid crowds.  All the things they are finally telling us to do.  They had a much smaller MUCH smaller, rate of illness and death than Philadelphia.  Staying home works.

‘It’s the flu, I’ll get over it.’  You may well, but will you have spread it to someone like me, who was thrown by a cold?  Not everyone is in the best of health and able to resist illnesses that healthy people can just cakewalk through.  I know it’s not considered  the thing to do these days, but thinking of your fellow humans is not a bad thing.  I think it’s kind of what the actual Christianity’s founder, Jesus Christ (Christ, Christian, Christianity, get it?) preached.  Care for your fellow human, and other living things as well, btw.  Okay, I think ranting Jean is done ranting for now.  Wash your hands.  Cough/sneeze into your sleeve, not your hand.  Be safe.



What I wanted to rant about yesterday.  Headline:  Is Reading At Night Terrible Or Am I Terrible.

Seriously, the modern self-obsessed world is ruining reading.  Read when you want to read, have 59 books in your To Be Read list, read as few or as many books as you want to in any given time period.  Who the fuck cares? Or set yourself up for continuous failure, continually judge yourself, compare yourself to other readers.  What is going on here?  If you have to read for work or school, that is a different situation, but reading for your own enjoyment or enlightenment isn’t meant to be a contest, isn’t meant to be another way to win or lose the reader sweepstakes.  The saying is, “Reading is FUNdamental”, because it is meant to be an enjoyable pastime, not another way to set ourselves apart from one another.  Labels are everywhere, and being used to create micro us/them categories in every walk of life.  I don’t think this is what all those who have fought and sometimes died for inclusion were aiming for.   I don’t understand my species constant need to judge and compare and use every means possible to set themselves apart, and by ‘apart’, I mean convince yourself you are better than ‘they’ are.  For shame, humanity.  Get over yourself.  Seriously.

Oh, The Ranting

Verizon.  Got new router set up.  Will not connect.  Tried and tried and tried and tried yesterday and today.  No internet, no email, no tv because Amazon FIrestick.  Called Verizon, they had to reboot the box from tech support.  Works fine now, but not as much faster as I had hoped. Oh, well.

Vacuum cleaner died in the middle of vacuuming yesterday.  I am exhausted after having pretty good day, Tuesday, where I got a few things done, and a better day yesterday, with a working brain and I got to go out.  Today I am wiped out.  Using the lidoxcaine patch on my back, so not as much pain there, and took two aleve earlier so less pain over all.  It never is completely gone, but sometimes gets a bit better.

Being super cautious due to the virus thingy, because it has taken almost three months to get over a cold I caught in early December that turned into a disaster for Jean.  Making everyone wash hands AND use sanitizer when they come, and yesterday Tess and I sanitized our hands after every place we went.

My personal chef  (wink, wink) is making me burgers with onions and mushrooms and cheese and toasted buns.  Oh, yeah.  I do like a good burger.

I had another rant, but my brain is sooo fried today.  Maybe I was going to rant about fried brain.  Who knows?  Later, dear people.  Wash your hands, please.  Stay safe.  Trump may be an idiot, but that does not mean the rest of us have to be as well.


A Good Book Review, and Some Thoughts on Fibro

This is a good review with pros and some really good cons about the book, from someone who lives with fibromyalgia.  It got me thinking about my life with this illness.  When I first became ill, I had fatigue.  So much so that driving home from work I would feel almost unable to sit upright in the car.  There was just not enough energy to hold my body upright without really fighting to do it.  I lost all my muscle strength withing a few weeks, I think.  Could no longer go to the gym.  Could no longer buy heavy groceries like juice, because I could not carry them up the stairs to my apartment.  Had to give up the night courses I signed up for at the local college, because I was just too tired to go.  Had to stop taking my laundry to do at work (group home, big house, washing machines) because I could not carry it up and down the stairs.  Next I lost a lot of cognitive ability.  My short term memory evaporated.  I could not remember what I was told or what I did even two or three minutes later.  Not good when you have to give out meds and are responsible for a bunch of teenage girls.  Had to give up my job.  Got tireder and tireder and weaker and weaker.  Had some general all-over pain, but nothing too bad.

Then a few years later, I started having whole days where I had shooting pains all over my body.  It’s my calf, no it’s my upper arm, no it’s my back and on and on.  I would have to stay in bed and just try to sleep through it.  Later on, I developed serious pain, where I hurt everywhere, but nothing was actually wrong.  I used to liken it to phantom limb pain.  Nothing is even there to hurt and yet you still feel pain.  If you twist your ankle, it hurts, but over time it heals and the pain stops. With fibro, your ankle can be fine, but it hurts for no reason, and it never stops.  Ever.  Over time, because you are unable to be as active as you were, your body just gets weaker and more out of shape.  So you develop other problems to go with the fibro.

I remember one day at the beginning, where I got up, showered, got dressed and presentable, got my purse, coat on, and keys in hand, put them all down, and went back to bed.  I had used all my ‘spoons’ just getting ready.  Now, I frequently use all of my spoons just taking the shower.  If I even have enough to do it in the first place.  Assuming you know the spoon theory, which is you start out the day with so many spoons, and each activity uses a certain number of them, and when they are all used, you are done for the day. The thing is, some days you wake up with no  spoons to start with.  Or as I read somewhere, “All my spoons must be in the dishwasher”.

I had to stop going out on my own, because I could not longer walk to the library and back,for example.  It’s a couple of blocks away, btw.  I stopped riding the bus, because I couldn’t be sure if it was the right bus or where it was going to let me off.  I got stranded standing in a snowstorm once, waiting for another bus to come.  Dial-A-Ride, which is a service for elderly and disabled people, is completely unreliable and left me standing (I do not do standing well because major pain) in the snow for over an hour, and I have had to walk quite a distance uphill in the snow to get to a phone and call to see why they never came.  My daughter gave me my first cell phone after this happened a couple of times.  So my world got smaller and smaller, my body got weaker and weaker, and my life just pretty much ground to a halt.  Fortunately, I am a great reader, so do not just sit here surfing channels or staring at the walls.

I met my friend Tess  ^  several years into this, and she very kindly offers to drive me to appointments and takes me shopping and to lunch.  Again, it all depends on how many spoons I have that day, and how much pain I am in, and I have had to cancel at the last minute many times.  I have had to cancel appointments, my homemakers, visits to and from friends at the last minute many times as well.  It took a while for some people to understand that it wasn’t that I just didn’t want to do whatever, I actually was not capable of doing it.

I went from an active life, a job I loved, going to the gym, visiting friends, to a life of isolation, pain, and so much fatigue that some days it’s all I can do to hobble to the bathroom.  If I am lucky, I get to go out out maybe once every two or three weeks, and then only if a friend is driving us somewhere.  I can’t really cook for myself anymore, I need someone to clean, and do laundry and shopping and taking the trash out.  So if anyone thinks that fibromyalgia is not life-altering, like the book in the review seems to think, they truly do not have a clue.  I comment on the vid page about why I think doctors don’t really get it, too.

I’m fortunate that I seem to have been born with the happy gene, and can still find things to enjoy every day, and do not get mired in the misery that it would be very easy to get mired in.  I am not a ‘what if’ or ‘if only’ person, because I just think that’s a waste of whatever small amount of energy I still may have.  I have my cat, and my laptop, and my streaming services, and best of all, my Kindle.  Best, best, best money I have ever spent.  I am on my fourth one, I think.  They get used for sometimes hours every day, so tend to wear out eventually.  There are tons of free books you can get, there is a library extension that will tell you if the book you are checking out is available to borrow for your Kindle.  Click and it’s there, so long as you turn on the wireless  LOL  You just need a library card. Oh, it’s called ‘library extension’. Clever.  There is Kindle Unlimited on Amazon Prime, but you have to pay for that over and above the Prime fee.  I do.

This is not to say I don’t have my down days, because I sometimes do.  I feel alone, abandoned, useless, hopeless, what’s the point.  Then I get over it. I am fortunate in that, because that is a lot of people’s day to day life with this horrible, life-altering illness. I aim to be upbeat in my blog, when I am not just being angry at the stupidity that is running rampant on my planet and in my country especially, and I never want it to seem like I am asking to be felt sorry for.  I am not.  I hate, hate, hate when I go out and run into someone who is just so condescending. ‘Oh, you poor thing’ kind of attitude.  Get thee away from me. Please!  I am not a poor thing.  I am a fighter.  I am not beaten, nor will I be.  So there!  Ha!  And all that jazz as well.  🙂  Done.  Here’s the review:


Ordered from grocery store. Went well. Good shopper.  Asked her about tip.  I had read, but wanted to make sure.  They deduct any tips from person’s pay.  So they are cheated. This is just wrong.  I usually try to tip in cash just in case, but am dead broke at the mo as far as cash on hand is concerned.  This just infuriates me.  Not my lack of cash, but the way greed has destroyed this country.  There is no integrity, everything is about how much profit can I get here? I know someone who works in a nursing home, and she said they had three people to care for 24 clients, and then they decided they could get by with two.  Two people to care for 24 elderly Alzheimer’s patients who need assistance with everything.  I am disgusted with us, dear USofA.  We suck.

Is March

2a (17)

Yay.  Still mad at Mother Nature for the pretty much snowless February.  Really, Mother N?

Finally made it to the clinic and got a prescription nasal spray which actually seems to be helping my head.  Hooray.

Had to call Verizon yet again only to find out the order for the new modem was never even written on my file.  So shipping it now, I hope.  Of course they wanted to charge me more for this and that, and I said no way, Verisonhay.  It’s probably not correct to use Jose there now, so very cleverly did not.  🙂

I have spent literally hours on the phone with verizon reps, who are all super nice and helpful, but verizon sucks big time.  They want to charge for every single little thing, they don’t seem to know what they are doing, they do things without asking or telling you.  I have regretted combining my two bills from the get-go, when they cancelled my phone number without asking or telling.  And then wanted me to pay to have it fixed. Like you already don’t get enough of my money?  Really?

So spring is sprunging, and next week is the extremely hated turn your clock forward crap for no good reason that I can see except to make life harder for us.  It barely saves any energy, and the toll it takes on people’s health has to cost more than any savings realized.  Can’t they just say, never mind, leave your clock alone.  No.  My state, Mass, actually was considering changing to Atlantic time. WFT??? is what I say.  WTF???, Massachusetts.  Just don’t change the clocks and be done with it.  Autumn is doable, but the spring change causes all sorts of issues for most people.  People have more heart attacks right after, too.  Someday, we and our flawed to the max government will go the way of the Roman Empire, and I hope the future generations have better luck than we have had.  But people do not seem to learn and grow, in spite of how it looks.  So wherever we go, there we are, thank you Jon Kabat-Zinn. Okay. Done Jean is done.


I have been having a lot of pain.  My foot, my torn rotator cuffs that have been okay for a long time have now started up with the serious pain again, no idea why, and my head.  Something is wrong in my head.  A realization I have come to is when you are old and poor, medicine has absolutely no interest in your problems.  We are considered a waste of resources.  Anyway, I know someone who claims to be a ‘distance healer’ I think is the term.  Anyway, she sends light to you somehow and it makes you feel better, whatever your problem may be.  I do not believe in this stuff.  I do not read Tarot cards. or look for signs, or any of the what I call oo-ee-oo-ee stuff.  I am a pragmatist and a realist.  But…  and it’s a big but.  She has sent me light, and it has helped.  I know.  is it all in my head?  Once she sent it without telling me first, and it still helped.  Example: my foot has been painful and swollen, and after getting the light sent, I can wiggle my toes painlessly.   So if you’re into this kind of thing, and looking for a little positive support, check this out:

BTW, if you’ve ever seen Miranda with Miranda Hart (BBC), ‘what I call’ made you laugh, right?  It did me.

Fun, Fun, Fun

Or  not.  I am having lots and lots of pain and am barely hobbling around.  I’m down to one homemaker and she’s almost five months pregnant and every week comes with a look on her face that says “Oh, I am so miserable, pity me and don’t ask me to do any work please.”  Yeah, no.  If you can’t do the work, quit the job.  Please.  Something is wrong in my head, and even though I had a cat scan two years ago that just said I have thickened sinuses, that is not a fix.  I can’t think straight or concentrate half the time.  It’s like when my doctor sent me for xrays to see if I had pneumonia and a fractured bone in my foot.  No to both. Yeah, but I still can’t breath and my foot is still swollen and painful.  Caller had to hang up and call the doctor who had gone home to ask what to do.  Gave me a new inhaler, and said ‘wear good shoes’.  All is well now, except I am still not breathing well and my foot is still swollen and painful two month later.  Medicine in the US is in serious need of doing better.  And now I came across a very good blog post about fibro and ‘cure’ books.  What she says has been pretty much my experience with those books, too.  They usually seem to wind up wanting you to buy some expensive ‘fix’ that they are pushing, and truthfully, nothing works.  Expensive or not, prescribed or not, nothing works.  Sometimes you’re better, sometimes you’re worse, and all those people who brag about the marathons they can run and the difficult jobs they hold down in spite of having fibro can just go…..whatever.  Yep, grumpy Jean is grumpy and in pain and I need to do things and call Verizon about the router I never got and the bill that is thirty dollars more than I was told it would be and and and and my brain is just not cooperating at all.  Some days, I just cannot be upbeat and positive and find the bright side, and this is one of those days.  The realities of living with a chronic, disabling illness.  The blog post:

I Had the Chance to Work With Two Fibro "Experts" and Walked Away. Here's Why…

Edit:  debilitating, I meant debilitating not disabling.  Did I mention my brain is not working?

Phone Is Back

Yay. I mostly get crap calls, but still. The idiots in the office set it back up using the wrong port on the base unit, and it took the tech a while to figure it out. I didn’t even know there were two ports on the base unit. Tech was nice, though, and mounted base unit to wall where Godzilla cannot easily get at it.

Still waiting for the router. UPS said I had asked that it be held in the Warwick, RI UPS base. Seriously? I have no way to get to Warwick, RI. So they wanted to me call Verizon. Why? You have my package, you have verified that I am me, you have my tracking number, why can’t you just send the package out for delivery again. After some time ‘discussing’ this, get put on hold, then told I have to go on website to change something, then it will be delivered. When? Who knows? Man, customer service has really become a joke.

I am still not much better, even after being on 8 mg predisone for a few days. Better than I was on 7, but lots of pain and no energy. I am virtually useless, except maybe for sticking something to eat into the zapper and making the odd cup of tea. Cook? HA! Declutter. No way. Pick up whatever Gertrude has destroyed today? Only if it’s dangerous for her or I am likely to kill myself tripping over it. I hope I never catch another cold ever, because this has been over two months of not really very fun times. But Gertrude is so cute. Even as she destroys everything I own. I am such a sap. LOLOL


OMG Verizon (and other things to rant about)

Changed my plan. Combined phone and internet, where as before they were two separate accounts because I had Lifeline for the phone, which is a discount program for us po’ folk. Fine. Phone will be off Tuesday and part of Wednesday while they do the changeover. It’s Thursday, and phone is still not on. Try to use FIOS app on cell phone to figure it out, yeah, no. Called with cell phone. Spent eons getting to and the talking to the correct human person. My pin didn’t work so two people gave me two temp pins, one after the other. Turns out they cancelled my old phone number and gave me a new one. Well,change it back. Sure, twenty-two dollars. NOOOOOOO. You change it without asking or telling me, I am not paying for your screw-up. Okay, waiving charges. How on earth was I supposed to know my phone or pin don’t work because it’s not my phone or pin number anymore? Seriously, Verizon? Seriously? Unhappy Jean is unhappy.

Been a crap week anyway, because since I decreased to 7mg prednisone, I have been getting worse every day, so last night took 1 extra mg and am much better already today. So back to 8 for a bit. I had to do this when I went from 9 to 8, as well. Take a step back and do nine a bit longer, then back to 8. Prednisone is a miracle drug, but do not let them put you on it if there is any other alternative. It ruins your body, and can cause prednisone withdrawal if you get off it too soon (thank you crap doctor), and you can be stuck for years. Literally, years, trying to get off it. Ask me how I know that.

All in all, not my best week ever, but still had fun with Gertrude the Destroyer, or Godzilla as I am now calling her. She is just so cute. I bought a flappy hand thing, and she loves it. Weird cat is weird.

Have not decided what to do about new homemaker, who comes tomorrow. Did I blog about this already? My brain is drain lately. (inside joke, sorry) She is a Trump supporter, and I cannot abide people who support someone who advocates hate and who makes fun of the disabled and is working to take away their support services, who deports people who have a legitimate right to be here only because he does not like their skin color, who can corrupt the system so much as to get himself acquitted. Acquitted????? If I am in trial, do I get say, “Hey, no witnesses allowed?” Yeah, I don’t think so. I do think our democracy is now dead. Vote them out, I say, but it is now too little, too late, I fear. The crazies vote, the sane people think it does not matter. And that is exactly how we got here, people. Oh, angry and frustrated Jean is extremely angry and frustrated and it just will not snow here. I want to scream. Seriously.

Well, this was a fun post. Aren’t you glad you checked in. If anybody has any thoughts about what to do about homemaker, please let me know in comments or email I need the services, but I won’t be able to be nice to her and fear I may just express my feelings about someone who can support someone like Trump.
I hate this.


I am thinking that I may be getting a bit better.  Not just limp all the time.  Monday I roasted a chicken. That was exhausting, I will say.  Get the iron skillets out of the oven, turn the oven on, make sure the sink is clean, wash 4 whole carrots and put into big iron skillet, unwrap chicken take out giblet bag, drain chicken (never wash poulty), put it on the carrots, lift the massively heavy skillet and put it into the oven, take it back out 45 minutes later and fail at turning it breast side up,  let it finish cooking, lift massively heavy skillet from oven onto stove, break down chicken to get it in frig NOW to keep Miss G from messing with it, get out foil, tear some off, cover chicken pieces loosely and put plates with chicken in frig.  Pour pan juices from heavy skillet into pot.  Put that in frig.  Put heavy skillet and other utensils into sink, wash stove, collapse onto couch,  too tired to eat chicken.  Left dishes for homemaker to do Tuesday.  It’s her job, thank goodness for that.  Been nibbling on chicken ever since, and today I am going to make chicken salad, I hope.

1 pound cooked chicken breast, shredded mixed with 3/4 cup mayo, 3 T each finely chopped celery and onion, 1T brown sugar, garlic powder, s + p.  This is from a local place that sells tons of this chicken salad and chicken pot pies, etc.  Yum.  I probably won’t do the onion and celery, because standing and chopping things is tiring and painful.

Another salad I’ve made and really like is cubed cooked chicken, seedless grapes, drained pineapple chunks, chutney (I freaking love mango chutney) chopped celery, toasted nuts of choice and chopped candied ginger.  Mix 1/2 cup mayo, dash ginger or curry powder, lemon or lime juice and maybe some shredded peel.  This is so good, and amounts are up to the maker.

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With the carcass and all the bits from the breaking down and the pan juices, I make soup.  This works for turkey carcasses, too.

Saute  a chopped onion and a chopped carrot, celery if you want in a bit of olive oil or butter on med high for 10 minutes, til golden  Add 1/4 cup flour, cook and stir 2 minutes or so,  Add 4 cups store-bought chicken broth and 4 cups water, or just use 8 cups water.  Add 1 cup white wine.  Bring to boil. Add carcass and bits and juices, 2 sprigs parsley, 1/2teaspon thyme, 1 bay leaf, 6 peppercorns.  Simmer partly covered 90 minutes.  Remove bay leaf, strain,chill overnight, defat.  Cook whatever veg you like in the broth and add noodles or dumplings if you like.  I like a variety of root veg, parsnip, carrot, a bit of turnip or rutabaga, carrots, whatever sounds good.  I like dumplings, so make them with Bisquick, and I have actually at one point made noodles, but I like wide egg noodles in this. I’ve made my own Bisquick before, too. You can find recipes on line. Also, I usually don’t measure everything, just eyeball it as far as herbs and seasonings go.

I miss cooking sometimes.  Even when I am well enough to attempt it, it involves doing one thing, resting a while, doing another step, resting awhile, etc, and cutting corners wherever possible.  Less work is better.  I only have a galley kitchen and my table is in the carpeted living room, so I do not do food prep on it.  I miss when I had a dining room/kitchen combo.  I did everything on the table then.  Anyway, recipes, readers.  What?  Whatty what what???