la-hbranson-1485527124-snap-photoSome things I came across today:

“With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.” Jean-Luc Picard

“Trump violated the first amendment prohibitions against a state religion”  headline from:  And nothing is being done about this??????



Good stuff on Tumblr today.  Lots of pictures of ‘the biggest turn out ever’, showing virtually empty viewing stands and empty streets.  Lots of pictures comparing the Women’s March turnout to the inauguration turnout.  Lots of pictures from the Women’s March.  Stand and be counted.  It’s a good thing.  Meanwhile, I’m still here just signing petitions and reblogging things.  Oh, well.

My oldest friend, who I don’t see very often, may come tomorrow for a visit.  My house is a disaster and I will be humiliated and embarrassed, but I will still get to see my friend.  So I guess I can deal.  At least my fantastic, wonderful, marvelous new homemaker is coming in the a.m., so it won’t be quite as bad as it could be.

Seems like my life lately consists of laying on the couch, or thinking, “OMG, I need to lie down”.  Today I woke up at 9, took a shower, sat on the couch to wait for the hour to be up after my pill so I could have coffee, woke up at 1pm.  No coffee.  Oh, well.

It has been gray day after day after day.  I don’t mind gray winter if there’s snow along with it, but it’s just gray or gray with a bit of rain here and there.  Mother Nature, I am so disappointed, but I know it’s not your fault.  It’s ours.  Global warming is real, in case you didn’t get it.  No need to even reiterate how stupid we are as a species.  I mean, look who we put into the office of the Presidency.  You can’t get much stupider than that, I think.  He actually is making Bush the second look not quite as moronic as we know him to be. “May you live in interesting times” is the old Chinese curse.  I’d rather have had some mundane times, I think.

Here’s a donut, for no discernable reason.  It just looks good right now.


The Friday Five


  1. How do you like your coffee?  White, no sugar, hot, hot, hot.

2. How do you like your tea?  Same.  I don’t like sweet drinks. Sometimes I prefer lemon in my tea, depending on what kind of tea it is.

3. What’s your favorite late night beverage? Right now it’s hot cocoa, but I’m going to try that ‘Viking Thaw’ someone mentioned.  Tonight.

4. If you could only drink one thing for the next week, what would it be?  Have to be water or juice, something hydrating.  For survival.  It’s a week, I mean.

5. If you were on vacation, what would be the first thing you’d drink to celebrate?  Probably water again, cause you’d need hydration after traveling.

Found Online



After a long absence, The Twilight Zone returns with one of the most ambitious, expensive and controversial productions in broadcast history. Sci-fi writers have dabbled often with alternative history stories – among the most common is the “What If The Nazis Had Won The Second World War” setting – but this huge interactive virtual reality project, which will unfold on TV, in the press, and on Twitter over the next four years, sets out to build an ongoing alternative present. The story begins in a nightmarish version of 2017 in which huge sections of the US electorate have somehow been duped into voting to make Donald Trump president. It sounds far-fetched, and it is, but as it goes on it becomes more and more chillingly plausible. Today’s feature-length opener concentrates on the gaudy inauguration of President Trump, and the stirrings of protest and despair surrounding the ceremony, while pundits speculate gravely on what lies ahead. It’s a flawed piece, but a disturbing glimpse of the horrors we could stumble into, if we’re not careful.



I seem to be falling into one. Constant, debilitating pain wears you down. Saw my doctor, got an antibiotic for my sinus issues, which means the pain clinic is put off til February. She prescribed a pain patch for me, but Medicare won’t authorize it. It costs 300 dollars, so I can’t pay for it, either. So no pain relief for Jean. House is a complete and utter disaster, as I am virtually useless almost all of the time. Alone and in pain, and burning out the one friend who still wants me in her life. You can only give so much, right? If she gets burned out, I will be left with no one. She’s the only person who actually even emails me on a regular basis. If she gets fed up with me, I will have no one. Big burden to put onto one friend. I know, whine, whine, whine. “Let’s all feel sorry for mom”, as one of my DD’s once said to me. Sarcasm runs in the family. 🙂

On the bright side, I have been reconnected to my old agency, and am getting a new homemaker starting Tuesday. This agency at least hires people who know what they are meant to do. Some of them are even CNA’s, which I don’t need, but it’s good to have someone who has experience with people who have chronic illnesses.

Trying to remain upbeat and hopeful, but it is a struggle, I admit it. I am dreading when I will no longer be able to get the meds I need, or the homemaker, or housing assistance. Thanks to all of you who voted for Trump, or worse, did not vote at all. Didn’t think about people like me at all, did you? This is America, where the motto is “I’ve got mine, so screw you. Oh, and I’ll take whatever scraps you do have, as well.” Yep, it’s the American way.


“The bright day is done, and we are for the dark.”

Read this: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society: A Novel
by Annie Barrows. Lovely book about WWII doings on the island of Guernsey. Some horrors of war, too. But a really nice book. There’s a quote from Shakespeare in it that seems very apt, given what’s going on in my country (and the world, really)right now.

“The bright day is done, and we are for the dark.”



januaryi-love-wintertumblr_n6hrvmcQQj1ro6jb7o1_r1_500RedhousesnowSnowmanglobeAt last, we are having a real snowstorm.  Hooray!  I love snow.  I don’t have to shovel it or drive in it, so what’s not to love?  Still in pain, still in a daze, still spending most of my time on the couch.  So looking forward to this phase being over.  It will be over, won’t it?  Please tell me it will be over.  Anyway, WINTER!  Yes!


Got a corded mouse today, so back on the laptop.  Posting from a phone is not fun.  Saw rheumatologist’s PA today, and all is well, except need to up the Prednisone again.  Apparently that’s the cause of all my latest problems.  Why they keep having me cut it down everytime I’m doing well is beyond me, because I always get worse a week later and it takes forever to get back to where I was when they have me increase it again.  Just let me take 5mg forever.  5mg is not supposed to cause the side effects, and I feel relatively human on that dose.  Relatively.  🙂

So not a bad day, just really, really tired.  And happy to be using the laptop again.

Oh My

Still in constant pain, still sleeping almost more hours than I’m awake, but I did manage to make chicken soup with a fowl I found in Market Basket.  Love that store.  Haven’t seen a fowl in years.  Why a fowl, you may ask?  Old chicken, tons more flavor, just needs long slow simmering.  Yum.  Chicken soup is easy.  Large pot, chicken, water, onion, celery, carrots, peppercorns, cloves, bay leaf, garlic.  Bring to boil slowly, skimming, then simmer low a couple of hours depending on size of bird.  Set bird aside, strain broth, chill and defat.  Debone bird.  That’s it. I did not debone the bird.  I barely had enough strength left to cover it and put it and the broth in the frig.edit: Parsley.  I forgot Parsley. Fresh, if possible.

  You can use the meat for salad, add it back to broth, sandwiches, whatever.  Add noodles, chopped veg, whatever to the broth for soup.  Or just drink it hot.  Tasty.

After a few miserable days spent wishing I had someone to HELP, I rallied and determined to do it myself.  Unloaded dishwasher, spent some recovery time with laptop, reloaded dishwasher, repeat laptop time, cleared a counter, laptop, moved toaster oven, laptop…Then my mouse died.  Not the battery, the mouse.  Found a corded one in my stash, but it only clicks, won’t move the cursor.  So need a new mouse.  Thus typing this one-fingered on my phone while laying on the couch with Gertrude sitting on me.  Fun times.  Well, okay times, anyway. 

It’s 2017.  Let’s hope this year is better than last 

Here’s Gertrude.  Just pretend you don’t see the disaster my flat is right now.  Thank you.