is crazy.  Full of energy, getting into everything, and she wakes up that way.  Why can’t I?  She is not quite so teeny, but still oh, so cute.

Day before yesterday, I heard a very low-flying plane go over, but did not see it.  Last night, one was flying so low, coming almost straight at my building, I really thought it was going to hit the top floor.  It is a four-story building.  Then later, a big bolt of lightning looked like it was right across the street from me.  Should I start worrying?  LOL

Trying to get things done. Not as better as I was.  Been on 9mg prednisone since the 11th, so maybe that’s the issue.  I don’t know.  I liked feeling good, and having very little pain, and it’s kind of starting up again.  Not as bad as it was, but still.  Anyway, it’s a gorgeous fall day.  Me and Miss G are enjoying it. 

And this is me getting punked by my homemaker Charles, when I asked him to get me the smallest squash.

My old laptop has had to be semi-retired.  It kept freezing up every few minutes, and then I would be forced to wait for many more minutes for it to unfreeze its little self.  It was working pretty badly over all, anyway.  Even cds (it’s the last laptop on the planet that has a drawer, I think) would only randomly play.  So hauled the “new”  (ha ha) one into its spot and put the macbook where it used to reside.  The “new” one was working really badly, too, so I backed up everything it was possible to back up and did a wipe it out recovery thingy.  Whew.  This has all taken several days, but the setting everything back up was fun.  I like doing stuff like that.  Hoping this one works reasonably well for a while, at least, but I really need to get more up on using the macbook. It is a steep learning curve for someone who has only known windows since first getting a computer.

I am doing quite well, surprise, surprise.  No way to tell how long it will last, but am enjoying it while it does.  Getting things done between getting exhausted trying to keep kitty out of everything it is possible to get into, and spending lots of play time trying to wear her out.  OMG she is so teeny and cute.  I cannot get over how teeny she is.  My friend Tess brought her husband over to see her the other day, and he kept going on about how teeny she is just like I do.  Because she is so teeny and cute.  I have stopped taking pictures of her every five minutes, but I am hoping to have some sort of visual record of how she grows.  Everyone thinks she will be a small cat.  She has tiny paws and the tiniest little face, but she has long, skinny legs, so maybe she will grow into them.  She throws herself around with absolutely no sense and no fear and I really worry she will break something, like a leg.  She thinks she can leap tall buildings in a single bound, but really, she can’t.  Does not stop her from trying though.  I can’t brush my teeth without her flinging herself all over the bathroom.  Porcelain is slippery, Gertrude, and crashing into it from another bit of porcelain, or crashing to the floor from the sink…not good.  Not good at all.

Her schedule and mine are not exactly in sync.  She runs around like a madwoman all morning, and we all know I am NOT a morning person.  Then she sleeps all afternoon, when I am actually awake, and then runs around again later in the evening and very late, when I am actually having a shot at getting some sleep.  Fun times, people, fun times.  She still rubs her entire body all over my face, which is fun when I am trying to read or binge-watch The Good Place or something.

For someone with such unlimited amounts of energy, she doesn’t seem to eat very much.  I am giving her Blue Buffalo wet food for kittens, and she maybe eats a quarter of a can twice a day.  Sometimes more, but not always.  I am going to try different brands to see if she’ll eat more, but she seems fine and all.  I duckduckgo’d good food for kittens and have a couple brands to try.  No grains or crap in them.  Did I mention they were feeding her Friskies at her original home?  Dry as far as I know, and dry Friskies first two ingredients are corn.  Healthy kitties do not result from eating corn.  OMG.  Would you feed your kids nothing but spaghetti-o’s?  Probably some people would, so there goes that argument.

Your pets entire world, well-being, health, life depends on you.  It is your obligation to give them the best you possibly can, just like any sensible person would do for their children.  Pets are family members, not toys or things.  Treat them right.  Feed them well.  Sheesh!

My friends just adopted a puppy from someone whose house said puppy just turned up at.  They fed it and decided to keep it and then put it out back in a pen that had been used to keep birds and was filled with bird shit and crap.  OMG.  So my friend decided he was bringing that puppy home. All the way from Texas on a plane.  Yay, John.  Gorgeous puppy, from the pictures I saw.  Who would treat an animal like that first person? If you’re not going to do right by it, take it to the pound to be adopted.

See?  You can tell I’m better by how wordy I am.  LOLOL

Here she is September 6th.

Her she is today. It does look like she’s grown a lot.  Darn.  🙂

This is from something my DD posted. It made me feel incredibly sad.

Dogs of 9/11

The saddest bit for me, however, was this.

“While our government was withholding health insurance for first responders to ground zero, private pet insurance companies stepped up.”

This is my country. It makes me ashamed.

I had the worst case today. No idea why. Then I slept all afternoon and woke up fine. Weird.

Just took a quiz. I love quizes. WHich region suits you?

Here’s mine:

Well duh! I may not have been born here, but I am a New Englander through and through. Massachusetts! Bruins! SCORE!! I love hockey. LOL

Finally, one that’s not too lame.

1. What would you do if you won the lottery?
I’ve always wanted to just walk down the street and hand cash to random people and keep walking. I would definitely do that. Pay the bills of everyone behind me in line. Give money to people who need it, not charities that may use most of it for ‘overhead’. Pay for someone’s college education. I would also buy a small house with a yard so I could have a garden, hire a personal chef, hire a housekeeper to keep things clean, and someone to drive me where I need/want to go so I wouldn’t always have to ask a friend. Guess I’d have to buy a car, too, then. I’d like to make a positive difference in the world, if I could.

2. What era do you wish you had lived in?
Anyone where the world didn’t seem to be on it’s last legs and people at least seemed to have some humanity, compassion, and common sense left in them.

3. What kind of robot would you want? A fun one.

4. What would you outsource if you could? If by outsource, you mean get someone else to do it, then cooking, cleaning, all those things that are hard for me with having a chronic illness.

5. What superpower do you wish you had? I really have no idea. Flying, maybe. Is that considered a superpower?

Her name is Gertrude.  G2, because she is my second Gertrude.  She looks a lot like the first one, except she had a lot of white and long hair.  This one is so teeny and cute, and yes I have lost my mind over a kitty.  Vet yesterday,  excellent health, feeding her correctly, it’s all good.  She only made me bleed once on each hand while blood was being taken.  🙂  Had eye doctor today, so left her in the cleared out bathroom with food, water, toys, etc.  Then out to dinner with a friend later so had to leave her in the bathroom again.  Poor baby, but she is fine.Not holding a grudge. 

How did she even do this from the keyboard?  And did I mention she completely wiped out Firefox without uninstalling it.  Everything.  Gone. Profiles.  Gone.  Firefox still there, just everything gone.  What?  But she is so teeny and cute.  🙂

Can’t think of a name.  Suggestions, anyone?  She’s so tiny and cute and full of bounce.

A big, unexpected woo hoo.  I’m getting a kitty.  Talking to someone who said she knows lots of teachers and farmers who are always looking for someone who wants a cat.  ‘I do’, says Jean the idiot.  That was yesterday.  Today she called to say she’d found one.  Female, check, short hair, check, housetrained (possiby) check, but only three months old.  Never had a baby before.  I’ve always gotten adult cats.  She’s bringing her over tomorrow afternoon, so before dr. appointmentt off to Christmas Tree Shop we go, my friend Tess and I, and forty dollars later, I have a cat bed, a scratching post, and some toys.

After dr. appointment, off we go to schlop and schnop (stop and shop) and forty more dollars later I have food and litter and treats.  My god, is grocery store cat food crap. The person giving up the kitty feeds them Friskies, which is corn.  Corn.  Seriously.  I bought a store natural foods brand which is meat and good stuff.  Could not find the unscented litter I like, so bought something supposedly good to try.  Made of guess what?  Corn.  But at least it’s not meant to be eaten.  Bought some Blue Buffalo Treats, too.  Made of meat mainly.  God, people feed their cats garbage.  Actually, garbage would probably be better than Friskies and the like.

So excited Jean is excited and nervous and asking herself, “What was I thinking?”.  Hope it goes well and she’s a good kitty and we like each other.  Wish me luck, people.

As for the doctor, she seemed puzzled as to why I am not still taking paquinal.  Well, duh.  Bad side effects, also you said I don’t have the illness you wanted me to take it for after all.  Oh I still think you might have the illness so maybe you should still take it.  Yeah, in your dreams.  You sent me the test results that say I do not have whatever the hell it was, and side effects, people.  Sheesh!  I am so over American medicine.  New doctor should be in by my next visit,so hoping she will turn out to at least have a clue.  I did convince this one to let me lower the prednisone much, much more slowly than they have been pushing on me all these years, causing me endless problems that started when old dr. took me off it too soon and I got withdrawal, which it seems you have forever once you get it.  Swell.  But I am doing much better on ten mg, tired, but always tired, just normally the pain takes the front so the tired is just there.  Now I am not in so much pain and want to do things, but wait, need to go lie down now.  There’s always a catch, isn’t there?  Happy, happy, happy to have less pain though,  Cannot complain about that.  Helooooo, Kitty

I recently purchased a Kobo Clare.  Backlit for reading at night, and so much easier to manage than the Kindle Paperwhite, which I absolutely hated.  I can put my fan fiction on it, AND, and it’s a big AND, I can borrow ebooks from my library that get delivered right to it.  But anyway, it gets me wondering, what is the deal with telling you how long it will take to read a book, and how much reading time is left before you finish?  Do you ask the librarian or the book store clerk how long it will take you to read this before you borrow/buy it?  I just find this strange, and annoying when it appears on my reader.  You can shut that off, thank goodness, but just the idea of it puzzles me.  Are we so stretched for time that we need to know how long it will take to even read a book?  Is it just me?  Puzzled Jean is puzzled.

It’s September.  Autumn at last.  I love, love, love autumn.  Some people see it as a precursor to the death that is winter, but winter is not dead, everything is just having a lovely nap getting ready to burst forth in spring.  Snow is just a cozy blanket.  Okay, I have seriously lost my marbles.  But it’s September.  Although I do still miss the annual shop for school supplies.  Even after both my girls were long out of school, I was still mentally preparing for the shopping.  Oh, well.  I love school/office supplies.  🙂  Happy September, everyone!