has a new ad.

Gillette Ad

Here’s part of a comment:  “@Gillette has made it clear they do not want the business of masculine men. ”

So this ‘masculine man’ apparently thinks the bullying, harassing women, and other equally disgusting behaviors is what makes a man ‘masculine’?  I pity his wife (if any woman was unlucky enough to have married him) and family.  Being an asshole is not what makes a man masculine.  Sorry to have to tell you this, sir, but you are a dickhead.


Rambling (Ranting?)

No food inspections due to orange moron acting like the five-year old he is.  Here’s a bit from a Tumblr post on keeping safe.

“Buy hard, solid veggies and fruits (apples, melons) or ones with rinds (bananas are probably fine). Scrub the peel/rind thoroughly with soap and water before consumption.

The more solid and dense the meat, the less likely it is for contamination to spread very far. Buy your meat in solid cuts, NOT GROUND. Especially not ground chicken rn, salmonella bad.

Cook things thoroughly. Follow guidelines for the internal temperatures meat is supposed to reach and stick to those guidelines. Use a meat thermometer. Make your steaks well done for a while.

I’d stay away from shellfish as a whole if I were you. The diseases you can get from it are some of the nastier ones. No sushi for a while, too. If you have fish, make sure it was frozen following anti-parasitic guidelines and cook thoroughly.”

Saw a recipe for healthy chocolate truffles.  Chocolate truffles are candy.  Candy, by it’s very definition, is not healthy.  It is a treat.  Healthy candy is an oxymoron.

Housing inspected today.  FAIL, because the vent is filthy, because the central air filters have not been changed since last February, and had not been changed for three or four years before that.  Should be done every three months, and used to be done every six, but this landlord does the superficial things to make the building look good, but doing the important things for the tenants is apparently not on his list.  I am not cleaning the vent, because it needs to be shown how crap this is.

Friends are coming today to finish up the work they are doing for me.  Then it will be dinner at the Chieftain, an Irish pub type restaurant that has the best Guinness Stew you could imagine.  Oh, yum.  It is run by an actual Irish family, from actual Ireland.  🙂 Guinness is good stuff, people.

Watching a lot of non-American shows on the subscriptions, you can really see how much and why the rest of the planet do not particularly love America.  I’m not too big on it lately, either, especially since our pres has made hatred, racism, misogyny, and everyother crap things humans are capable of, acceptable again.  For shame, Trump and his Republican cronies. The worst of humanity is running my country.

On the other hand, and have you noticed there is always an other hand, it’s a cold but brightly sunny winter day.  The day length seems to be increasing dramatically.  The farther North you are, the more obvious it is.  DD is in Texas for her job, and the other night when she called, it was 70 degrees and broad daylight there while it was 32 and pitch dark here.  Still no snow, but I’m still hopeful.  It’s only the first half of January.  Still time.




So yes, after the walk and the next day shopping, by Friday I was in so much pain.  My friends came and we got a lot done, but they did the work and I mostly just tried to hobble around where needed.  I have been in major pain ever since, just slightly getting better now.  Slightly.  Mind you, this has been a month. Had to cancel my PT appointments, because even getting dressed and combing my hair was more than I could manage most days.  Not fun.  I don’t understand how they say exercise helps fibro, because whenever I’ve done anything, the pain just gets worse.

On the other hand, the place is in much better shape now.  Got rid of a lot of things I don’t need or use anymore.  My friends replaced the oh-so-wornout couch cushions, put shelves in hall closet and a new hanger bar in the big closet.  Those plastic-covered metal shelf-bar things are horrid.  So hard to hang clothes, because there is so little room between the bar and the shelf. This is not my closet, btw.

closet shelf

I want to do some rearranging, as my friend John took my table and fixed it.  It was literally falling apart, and so very wobbly.  It’s old and decrepit, but I fell in love with it in the junk shop and brought it home tied to the top of my car.  Many years ago.  I think what I really love are the chairs.
I’d like to move it from in front of the windows, but then I have to move the desk and some other things, and I just cannot do this by myself.  So waiting for them to come back and help.  I have good friends.  I am very fortunate.

Need to go eat something, so I can take a fistful of pain meds in hopes that I will be semi-functional later on today.  Not holding my breath, however.  Feeling very down and seem to be very whiny lately, but constant debilitating pain will do that, it seems.  I hate when I’m whiny, but sometimes it just happens.

My friend Tess is going to take ukulele lessons.  She already plays piano.  There’s a Tiny Tim joke in there, but she wasn’t over pleased with it.  LOL  Wish I could play an instrument.  Making your own music.  How cool is that? Done for now.  Hope you all are having a great start to the new year, and did NOT make resolutions.  Resolutions are a deliberate choice to set yourself up for failure, is my view of them.  So I don’t.

Too Little, Too Late

Which is the story of my life  Anyway, there’s a book on Bookbub today, “The Social Anxiety Workbook for Work, Public & Social Life”, which would possible have been a great help to me years ago, but it’s kind of unnecessary now, not because I am better at things, because I’m not, but because I’m rarely in any kind of social situation where I have to interact with anyone.  Oh, well. I still have a minor freak-out every time, though.  What did I say that I shouldn’t have said, what did I do that I shouldn’t have done?  That kind of thing, then I stress about it for awhile.  I usually never find out if I said/did anything I shoudn’t because I never see most people again.  My friends have known me for a long time, some for a very long time, so they are used to me.  Both my homemakers are pretty new, and I try not to talk to much when they’re here, just in case.  Life is fun.

Not sure how I feel yet today, after the walking yesterday, a bit achy is all so far, but I’m always a bit achy. Usually the serious pain comes a couple days after whatever I did.  Delayed Pain Syndrome, another lovely benefit of Fibro.  Friends are coming tomorrow (Hooray) to help with some things, I forgot my homemaker comes tomorrow as well, and I have pt.  Hope I am not a mass of pain and can function for all of this.

Hoping to go out somewhere with Tess this afternoon.  Would like to go to stores and see Christmas and pretend I am part of it.  If you don’t get out much, and except for pt I haven’t been out for a few weeks, you kind of miss the whole Christmas shopping experience.

Oh, put up my little Christmas tree Tuesday.  Homemaker got it down for me and put down the branches.  I hate that job and it’s so easy.  Strange Jean is strange, I guess.  Anyway, it’s quite cheery at night with the little fiber-optic bulbs changing colors.  Here’s a pic from a few years ago, before they butchered the trees across the street.

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Fun Times With Dial-A-Ride

Had PT at 12:30. D-a-R gets me there at noon. Call for pickup at 1:30. Wait in lobby, leaning on a brick half-wall, for half an hour. Call. On the way. Wait. Lovely, lovely man from Bedard Realty whose door is right there, comes out and asks me if I want to come in and wait because it’s warmer. Okay. Brings me a chair. Brings me a pizzelle, brings me a bottle of water. Call again, on the way. Go out to wait, cause I’m restless. Wait. Give up, decide to walk home, which would be fine, except no hat or gloves, and pain. But get over halfway home when d-a-r calls. Where am I? Walking home, screw you. (Did not say that.) Couple minutes later, D-a-r pulls up and lovely, lovely man from Bedard Realty gets off and encourages me to let the van take me the rest of the way home. Then he walks back to his work and d-a-r gets me home at 2:30. Seriously. They have forgotten me completely before, when I didn’t have a cell phone to call, either, and I was left standing in the cold and snow for a couple of hours until a driver who had already passed me three times and didn’t realize I was trying to wave him down, stopped and asked why I’m still there. Called in, no one had sent a pick up ride. Did not get home til 3 hours after my appt ended. Quit going out after that til I met Tess, who drives me most places, thank you Tess. On the bright side, I think if I fill up on pain meds, (took six pills today) and am not having to horrible a day, I could walk myself to PT and back. Maybe. If I’m not to exhausted.  And I met a lovely man and had a pizzelle.  I love pizzelles. So turned out a good day after all.   🙂  BTW, they are to the right of the arched doorway.  PT is on the third floor.  This used to be a manufacturing building, and my husband worked there making compacts for Revlon for a few years after we moved to New England.  Just so  you know.  LOL




Some good environmental news for a change: Good News

Read an article about food allergies becoming more common.  Why?, they ask.  Could it be genetic modification, artificial fertilizers, pesticides, over-processing?  Food is no longer food as it once was.  Our bodies did not evolve for this.  Duh!

The whole Tumblr thing is disturbing.  Censorship because they are too lazy or incompetent to actually deal with the problems of porn-bots, and cretins posting child-pornography.  Put some effort into it, Tumblr.  Or Verizon, who own Tumblr now.  Have you ever noticed that once big corps buy some nice little site or business or app, it suddenly becomes something completely different.  Kashi is one example.  Look it up.

Spoke to PT person about added pain.  She thinks it will get better with time, it’s just that I haven’t really been using those muscles/joints that much because of the pain already there. We’ll see.  I quite like PT, and it nothing seems to hurt while I’m doing it, just a couple of days later, thank you fibromyalgia.

Guess that’s enough for now.  🙂



Someone asked on Twitter how do you get through winter that doesn’t involve wine.  I said full-spectrum lights.  Some guy in Chicago was all over my reply. Guess Chicago is pretty bleak in winter.  Actually, now that I think about it, I changed trains there once and almost froze my nose off.

Anyway, I have a compact fluorescent bulb in an overhead light in the main room, and I call it ‘turning on the sun’.  I turn it on when I get up, and off sometime in the afternoon.  It is amazing the difference it makes in how I feel.  If you don’t know, SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) is not just getting a bit down because it is cold and snowy.  It is a form of depression which can be pretty debilitating. Before I discovered the lights, I had a very hard time in winter.  I love winter, though.  Fireplace, blanket, curled up on the couch with tea or a Viking Thaw.  Beautiful snow falling. I hope. We’ve had rain instead lately.  It’s WINTER Mother Nature.  Get with the program.  Yes, climate change is real and is happening as we speak.  But winter.  What’s not to love?

Viking Thaw is hot chocolate with booze of your choice (I prefer Goslings Bermuda Black Rum, my friend Tess prefers Amaretto) and whipped cream.  Oh, yum. Here’s to happy winters.


New Laptop

Came today.  FedEx.  They just dumped it in the lobby.  No notice of any kind.  A neighbor whom I do not know buzzed me, and when he came up he said he saw it downstairs.  I thanked him and before I could get my keys, he had gone and got it and brought it up to me.  I complained to Dell, who said that it’s up to the carrier whether or not an item is ‘sign for’ or not.  Really?  Anyway, I told them maybe they should choose a more responsible carrier.  I hate FedEx.  They always just dump deliveries in the outer lobby, where anyone off the street can just walk in and help themselves.  Dell is giving me a 30 dollar rebate for my trouble, though.  🙂

Anyway, it is much more powerful and yet costs less than my old one.  It’s smaller and silver (did I order silver? need to check that) and so far I love it.  Backlit keyboard, like a macbook, too.  Coool.

Took a break from pt and all because got overwhelmed with so much going on, and also having a lot of pain that I did not have before.  So is it helping or not?  Don’t go back til Friday next week, so hope pain is better by then.

Very cold weather.  It’s winter, but rain, not snow happens.  I like snow.  Oh, well.

Hmmm.  I seem to have wobbled a bit when I took this.  🙂


And Again

as it seems to be everywhere in this country, ‘Do No Evil’ loses to ‘How much profit can we make here?’.  Because ‘Greed is Good’, right?  Doing what is right always seems to lose out to money, doesn’t it.  I was just wondering last night how to cope with the knowledge that it is your own species that is the evil on this planet.  Anyway, here’s the relevant article:

Google Employees Speak Out

A Good Quote

Relevant to me, and probably a lot of other people as well.

“I’ve wasted a lot of time in my life. I’ve thought too much about what people will say or what they’re gonna think. And sometimes it’s over silly things like going to the grocery store or going to the post office. But there have been times when I really stopped myself from doing something special. All because I was scared someone might look at me and decide I wasn’t good enough. But you don’t have to bother with that nonsense. I wasted all that time so you don’t have to.” —Julie Murphy, Dumplin’ 

Not feeling with it at all today.  Been up almost two hours and here I sit.  So far I’ve had a cup of coffee.  Still need to shower, get dressed, go to the post office, make some phone calls, and later there’s PT.  And here I sit.  This is most days of my life, actually.  Stalling, stalling, stalling, waiting for a burst of energy and/or enthusiasm that seldom comes.  It’s very gray today, too, and that never helps.  Oh, well.  🙂

Glorious Autumn Day

Last day of DST.  I wish they’d just NOT have us change the clocks in spring.  I hate, hate, hate DST.

Physical Therapy Monday.  Did a lot.  Recovery day yesterday was not too bad, but then this morning I woke up in some serious pain.  Especially in the arm that’s not as bad as far as the rotator cuff injury.  Need to discuss one of the exercises with the PT person.  Better now, though.  But ow!

Anyway, it is a lots of clouds, windy, sunny, leaves blowing high in the air kind of day.  Slowly cooling down from the 60’s it’s been the past couple of days.  Going to get cold tonight, I think.  Here’s a shot from earlier.  Can’t see the trees waving, unfortunately.  🙂

I love autumn.  It is the best time of the year, and then there’s snow to look forward to.  Coming back from the cat scan Thursday (all is fine, btw) everywhere you looked there was color and beauty.  Are other parts of the planet this glorious in the autumn?  I hope so.  Share the beauty, Mother Nature.

Life Is So Depressing

My town has a webpage where anybody can post interesting things. There was a story about a young boy being bullied for wearing nail polish, and some of the comments were just appalling. There are other things as well. In the general media, there are comments that just make me cringe. Some of these people may be my neighbors, people I come into contact with, live near my loved ones in other states, be my doctors, the checker in the grocery store. That so many people seem to be for the ‘values’ that this administration are pushing, it makes me ill, and frustrated, and frightened for anyone who is vulnerable. You’ve seen the news lately. You’ve seen what’s going on in my country. I am so ashamed of my fellow citizens who are doing these things, and so frightened for every one else. I truly have no idea how to change anything. I voted. Not everyone does, though. What else is there? I am ill and pretty much house-bound so signing petitions is about it. Frustration reigns. Here’s something from Mary Englebreit’s Instagram. I really think America is dead, and has been replaced by some horror show country:


It’s Sunday, it’s cold, and it’s quite breezy. Yet there are a lot of people out and about, walking on the sidewalk I can see from my window. It’s kind of nice. I am still struggling with pain and exhaustion, which is sometimes better than it is now. I wish the better part would make a comeback. I’ve been working hard to keep up with things, like not let the dishes pile up til the support person comes. It’s nice to have a tidy kitchen, especially when it’s as small as mine is. But the door to the kitchen is right at this end of the frig. The sink is between the frig and the dishwasher. That’s the entire kitchen.


Watching a movie. Man gets through customs with a diplomatic passport. Point is made that his bags are not checked by customs officers. Red Flag! Red Flag! Just because you’re a diplomat doesn’t mean you’re not a terrorist.

Am I right, or am I right. He is smuggling hand-held missle shooters. All of which brings me to my point: Diplomat/diploma. Do they share a root? (I am into roots lately) Duck Duck Go’d it.

The noun diplomat is related to the word diploma, from the Greek diploun, meaning “to fold double.”A diploma is an official paper — something diplomats carry on behalf of their governments.
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This made me happy, finding out. How can you not love language?