It’s that kind of day here, gang.

Not just rain, but high winds. And loyal readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall that high winds trigger my PTSD.

So I’m trying to just stay away from the windows. So that I don’t see all the trees blowing around. And I’m trying to just breathe, and let go of the fact that I have to go out and drive around in all this later today…

Meanwhile.

Lunch yesterday with my Q-following girlfriend was great. Once we were done talking about Phil and the reset, we — ACK!!!— talked about Medicare insurance, burial insurance, beneficiaries, my fantastic insurance guy…

WTF, right??? That’s what old people talk about!!! But anyway, talk about it, we did, because she wants better Medicare coverage and my insurance guy truly is fantastic.

We hung out at Tequilaville for 2 and 1/2 hours. And the food seemed even better than it’s been the other 27 million times I’ve eaten there.

And there were college football games on the many TV screens. And there were quite a few other customers hanging out. So it was absolutely NOTHING like being here in my room, alone at my desk, in the middle of nowhere which was kinda what I needed.

What I really actually need is a vacation, gang. I am so emotionally worn out from the constant caregiving.

If I requested a vacation, the Agency would give me one, but you know me. What I really need is about a week of doing nothing. Just walking in the wilderness, or sitting out in the backyard and looking up at the stars at night. You know, some really restorative downtime.

Yet all I ever really want to do on a “vacation” is go to NYC…

Which of course involves getting my birth mom here to take care of the cats. And then the hassle of all that traveling to & from 2 different airports.

And then I come home and need a vacation… but NYC is so expensive that I can’t even think about taking any more days off. I have to get right back to work!

So.

I’m trying to find a way to decompress from the caregiving shifts that doesn’t require being in Midtown Manhattan.

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But speaking of caregiving–

While I was with my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man yesterday, I taught him my middle name. (My real middle name, not my professional middle name.)

ME: “It’s starts with a J and has 3 letters and rhymes with toy.”

HE (thinking a lot): “Joe?”

ME: “No. It’s starts with a J and has 3 letters and rhymes with TOY.”

HE (thinking a lot more): “Jan?”

ME: (etc., etc.)

But when he finally realized my middle name was Joy, this really delighted him. And as luck would have it, he started singing my favorite hymn! (Below) And then he said, “You are my angel, Marilyn Joy.”

He always just makes me smile so much, gang.

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I still have not figured out which work-in-progress I want to tackle now that The Curse of Our Profound Disorder has gone off to the publisher.

Of course, the minute Sandra’s schedule frees up, I’m going to be really busy with my projects with her.

But I still want to make some headway in everything on my desk that needs to be finished and published before I die… (I’m not planning to die anytime soon, I just have a whole lot of half-finished manuscripts around here. And, as I’ve probably said a hundred times by now, the caregiving jobs are so emotionally and psychologically draining, that I can only focus enough to write if I have an entire day off.)

Anyway. I want to make some headway. So we shall see where the Muse finally lands, gang.

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That’s kind of it for now.

I want to do yoga, wash my hair, etc., before heading out for my shift with the retired Minister and his delightful wife and cat!

Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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As if I don’t listen to enough Tom Petty around here!

I leave you with this today.

In preparation for tomorrow and for what would have been Tom Petty’s 75th birthday….

This is a cool song. Originally, it was unreleased. But they put it on the posthumous collection, American Treasure, 2018, Disc 2. If you are familiar with Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers’ songs, you will recognize some of these lyrics because they wound up in other songs, including in their hit song, “My Life, Your World.”

But the lyrics make for a really cool song here. — “Walkin’ From the Fire”, written in 1984. Enjoy, gang.

“Walkin’ From The Fire”

They come out here with the dog on a chain
And they took my little brother away
Tell my mama he was selling cocaine
They took my brother to the juvenile house
Where they held him for a quarter of an ounce
My mama told me not to hang around the house

I’m walkin’ from the fire
Don’t put me in a corner
Yeah, I’m trying to walk away
Let this one blow over
But I’m fightin’ like a tiger
Don’t put me in the corner

Last time I seen her was a discotheque
Countin’ buttons on a lawyer’s vest
She walked out but it ain’t over yet

I’m walkin’ from the fire
Don’t put me in a corner
Just try to walk away
Let this one blow over
But I’m fightin’ like a tiger
Don’t put me in the corner

I’m walkin’ from the fire
Don’t put me in a corner
I’m walkin’ from the fire
Don’t put me in a corner

Mama used to rock back in 1953
Buys him all the records that they sell on TV
I know Chuck Berry wasn’t saying that for me

I’m walkin’ from the fire
Don’t put me in a corner
Yes, I’m turning that cheek
‘Til this is all over
But I’m fightin’ like a tiger
Don’t put me in the corner

I’m walkin’ from the fire
I’m walkin’ from the fire

c- 1984 Tom Petty

We seem to have had the worldwide financial reset (behind the scenes) at last. Soon to be (if not already) backed by precious metals.

I heard it from 2 different sources yesterday, the main one being Phil’s live last night.

If you missed it, the replay is below (direct link has more control over ads).

The Reset – October 17th, 2025 (1 hr 26 mins):

It has all the earmarks of NESARA/GESARA but I don’t know if that’s what they’re going to end up calling it. They might just say:

“We’ve redone the financial system. Thank you for your attention to this matter. DJT.”

Who knows.

But there is reason to begin the rejoicing, even if it will take until January (?) before we see any of this at our level.

And here’s this!

From il donaldo trumpo last night:

“READY TO FIESTA THIS WEEKEND!!!🥳🥳🥳”

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And here’s this (related to the above link, but without the fantastic dancing) — just in case you wanna feel extremely happy right this minute:

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And hey!

If you live in NYC and are LGBTQ+ friendly!! (And who isn’t??!!)

Sandra will be performing in the final reading of the 2025 B2B-NYC Theatre Festival:

Sunday. Oct. 26th, 5PM at The CENTER (208 W 13th St, New York, NY 10011)

“Limitless: A Collection of Commissioned Scenes and Monologues. The twelve commissioned works inspired by the prompt “LIMITLESS: What does it mean to be free? What does it feel like to fly?” will be crafted together and brought to life by a cast of five TNB2S+ performers to close the 2025 Breaking the Binary Theatre Festival. The works will then be published and licensed by Concord Theatricals in 2026.”

I believe the festival tickets are complimentary.

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So today, I am a little wonky. I am vacillating between feeling completely worn down by my life, and yet very happy about this afternoon:

Yes! After my shift with my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man, my favorite Q-following girlfriend and I are meeting for lunch at Tequilaville!!! (FYI — Play the song below LOUD and SMILE. “Thank you for your attention to this matter. DJT.”)

(No, I won’t be drinking tequila today but, WOW, gang, do I have some fantastic memories of drinking tequila in days of old!!! Including but not limited to, that certain Saturday afternoon, in mid-February 1974, when I had my first taste of tequila (and smoking hash) and then lost that thing I’d been hoping like heck to lose!! That thing that, once it’s lost, you can’t ever get it back but it changes your wee bonny life forever!!! Yay!!)

(And it led to this: 6 of the most amazing months of my entire life, even though he died that August and my heart has never been the same — song below requires Kleenex):

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Someone I follow on Instagram in Brazil just had the nerve to inform me that THIS is 51 years OLD!!! What the fuck??!!! (Now I feel fucking OLD!!)

But WOW, it’s still such a great song!

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From Ross K. Nichols–

He sent this out again last night on his private Patreon account, but it was originally aired last year. It’s really interesting.

“In the opening chapters of Genesis, we read the story of creation—a foundational text in both Jewish and Christian traditions. But is there more than one account of creation in these early verses?”

The Creation: One or Two Accounts? (1 hr 17 mins):

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This was also really good. It was posted 5 days ago, but I’ve listened to it many times since then. (Ignore the title, it’s just click bait.) (15 mins):

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And I think maybe that’s it for now. I gotta head out for my shift. And be energetic and cheerful and not bring my own overall spiritual exhaustion to my client’s home. So we shall see how that goes!! But then– LUNCH!

So, enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!

Yes, I posted it recently, but it was my driving-home-from-town music yesterday. On repeat. (I really needed something to keep my spirits up. It almost worked!!)

The Seekers, 1966, “Georgie Girl”. Enjoy, gang.

Wow, yesterday was great, gang. Just really productive.

The furnace guy came right at noon — the moment I was finished vacuuming, in fact. And while he was down in my 124-year-old scary basement, I got some other housecleaning chores done — ones that I hadn’t done in a long time.

I washed all the lace curtains! I think that was only the second time I’ve washed them in the 7 years that I’ve lived here! This astounds me, because in the old house, I washed them at the start of every Spring.

They are all so white now that it really makes a difference in how the rooms look. And having these new glasses helps me to see stuff that had gotten really dusty that I hadn’t noticed before. So I was really happy about that. (No, I’m not exactly a neat freak, but I do like to keep this old house as clean as I can because of all these CTAS!! Sometimes spelled “CATS”.)

And I got a GREAT idea yesterday!

I could apply for a license to sell coffee and tea and turn my home into a Cat Cafe during the day!! (Then maybe people would actually come visit me, but I won’t hold my breath…)

Anyway…

So, I’m happy. And the furnace guy said I have a couple more years before I need to think about getting a new furnace. So, yay! (Oh, and he didn’t die on the 124-year-old collapsing basement stairs! Double-Yay!!)

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Yesterday, I also decided to turn this “going to see Keanu’s new movie” into a new adventure.

I discovered that there is a mall that is only 12 miles from me — a regular, old-fashioned mall. Like the ones from the old days. It’s right here in this county but I have never gone there before, or even heard of it until yesterday. (It’s off in a direction that I never drive in.) And it has a Cinemark where Keanu’s movie is not only playing, but they also have MATINEES!!! Yay! No driving after dark, when I can barely see!

And when I looked it up on Google maps, I saw that to get there from here, I would use a couple of backroads that I’ve always been curious about seeing. So I will get to see those views, finally, when I go see the movie on Monday afternoon. (I already bought my ticket to sort of ensure that I would go and not second guess myself and stay home.)

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So, I have a going-to-the-mall-to-see-a-movie adventure coming up.

And tomorrow!! Me and my favorite Q-following girlfriend are meeting for lunch at our usual place after my shift! Yay.

So my life is sort of weirdly nice right now. Especially weird, considering all these caregiving shifts I have for the remainder of October.

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Here’s this!

From Instagram.

John Lennon’s boyhood home (he lived with his Aunt Mimi after his mother died).

The upper room with the light on is John’s old room, and apparently they always keep that one light on.

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And here’s this–

Keith at his home in South Salem NY, in 1978.

Photos of Keith from the late 70s were so cool to me, gang, because he was finally off of heroin (for good, it turned out) and he looked so different than he had looked through most of the 1970s.

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Okay, so that’s really kind of it.

Sandra is currently busy with a very quick theater thing Off-Broadway in NYC. So, really, all I need to do is decide what I want to work on around here until her schedule frees up again in November.

I think I’m just sort of waiting for the Muse to land on something and then I’ll run with it.

Meanwhile, well, life is just really kind of nice. And I’m gonna head out here soon to go see my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man. We’re just going to hang around the house today because it’s chilly and he doesn’t do too well in the cold.

Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this.

I was never a Kiss fan at all. This was the only Kiss song I ever could even sort of tolerate.

RIP Ace Frehley.

“Rock and Roll All Nite”, from their album Dressed to Kill, 1975. Kiss. Enjoy, gang.

I’m looking forward to being back in bed tonight — but only because it will mean that the last couple days are done.

Tonight, especially, will be challenging. I’ve worked with this client before and I really like him, but he has significant cognitive impairment. Meaning, he’s basically totally not there. But he’s completely mobile, so you have to watch him like a hawk…

But it is beautiful, how his daughter pays for round-the-clock care for him, so that he can remain at home. (His cognitive impairment was early-onset, so he’s actually several years younger than me — and strong.)

I could have turned it down — I’m going to be filling in for someone else tonight — but I didn’t have the heart to, since he’s so nice.

And then last evening’s shift was an eye-opener that I wasn’t expecting.

I was with that new-ish client that I really like, who lives in that huge and beautiful split-level home in the hills behind Bryn Du Mansion , where you need a map to find the bathroom…

I haven’t been with her in just about a month and she has gone WAY downhill. Cognitively, I mean. I was totally unprepared for the change.

But again, she is someone whose daughter and son-in-law take such good care of her that it just melts your heart — the amount of palpable love in that beautiful home. It just blows me away. I am sensitive to energy, and every single room in that enormous home just overwhelms me with love.

However.

She has turned a corner that she’s not coming back from so it is disheartening to see.

I will be glad when I’m back here tonight, in the safety and “cognitively-functioning” haven of my cozy-cat-filled home in the Hinterlands.

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Here’s this!!!

From Keith’s page on Instagram!!

He and Patti went somewhere!! Yay!

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And THIS opened, and I really wanted to see it, but YES!! — it is at the movie theater that is one-hour away from me (each way). Well, that’s the closest theater it’s at, anyway…

Keanu’s new movie, “Good Fortune”:

I would really love to see it in the theater, and I was hoping it would be at the AMC which is only 30 miles from me. But I don’t know if I will have any time this month to make that 2-hr drive just to see a movie. We’ll see.

“Good Fortune” trailer:

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Okay, Phil’s Q&A was great last night! (Well, I listened to it this morning, after breakfast.)

It reminded me of the old Phil, where he wasn’t aiming so much at the newcomers. I really enjoyed it and felt I learned some very, very interesting little things.

I especially liked the tiny little tidbit connected to this:

The Replay (direct link has more control over the ads):

Q&A – October 10th, 2025 (1 hr 41 mins):

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So, I did take my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man on a “very little” road trip (10 miles) to get my new glasses yesterday!!

I love my new glasses, gang. It’s like they’re barely there, and they have a wider lens so I feel like I can see everything. What a great feeling. Especially when I’m driving (which is always).

And the weather was just stunning yesterday. Really feeling and looking like October now, which is my favorite month of the year. So even though it was a really short drive, and no sake or vodka martinis were involved, we had a really great time.

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I think that might be it for now, gang. I need to get ready to get back over to my favorite 95-year-old Japanese’s man’s house! Get his coffee started and his breakfast ready!

I am planning on having lunch HERE, though, between shifts!

The Subway, where I would always have lunch before going to see my adorable client, Molly, who passed away in late January. (Which means, she will be “dining” with me, in spirit.)

Tomorrow, I have my shift with the retired minister and his lovely cat & wife. Which means I will have the whole morning to myself, to get some more reading/editing done on The Curse of Our Profound Disorder — getting ever closer to finishing it!!

Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I’m gonna leave you with this again.

Only because I got out of bed, singing it to all the many cats this morning and they really seemed to enjoy it!

Mostly, I’m dreaming of a day when my Saturdays can be my own again. With or without “the friend”.

“Come Saturday Morning,” by The Sandpipers. 1969. Enjoy, gang.

“Come Saturday Morning”

Come Saturday mornin’
I’m goin’ away with my friend
We’ll Saturday-spend
‘Til the end of the day

Just I and my friend
We’ll travel for miles
In our Saturday smiles
And then we’ll move on
But we will remember
Long after Saturday’s gone

Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday morn

Come Saturday mornin’
I’m goin’ away with my friend
We’ll Saturday-laugh
More than half of the day

Just I and my friend (My friend)
Dressed up in our rings
And our Saturday things (Saturday)
And then we’ll move on
But we will remember
Long after Saturday’s gone

Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday mornin’

Come Saturday mornin’ (Saturday)

Just I and my friend (My friend)
We’ll travel for miles
In our Saturday smiles (Saturday)
And then we’ll move on
But we will remember
Long after Saturday’s gone

Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday morn
Come Saturday mornin’
Come Saturday morn
Come Saturday mornin’

c- 1969 Fred Karlin, Dory Previn

Wow, it is like a true fall morning around here, gang.

The heat was actually blowing the lace curtains around when I went downstairs this morning.

It was 41 degrees Fahrenheit (and still dark out) when I went outside to feed KonTiki of the Great Outdoors this morning — and she still hasn’t gotten into her cathouse yet. She still prefers to be on top of it. But anyway, it was so beautiful out there — the moon was still sort of full and shining down from a perfectly clear black sky full of stars.

And, YES! I awoke at 3:45AM to a text from the Agency, alerting me that they had added yet another shift to my schedule at the end of the month(!!!). This time, I emailed my supervisor and asked them to give that shift to someone else, please. Etc., etc. (I am now up to approximately 29-32 hours a week again, with only one day off each week again. And that is just too much.)

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Okay!!

Well, the local handyman is coming today at 6PM, instead of coming yesterday, since he couldn’t get here yesterday until 7:30PM — apparently he was unaware of the fact that I am usually already upstairs in bed by 7:30PM… (studying French and stuff, but still. I’m up there in bed and I don’t want to change that just yet. I’ve gotten super SUPER selfish about my “me” time, even though he’s going to be doing a job that I really want done!) (See yesterday’s post about keeping any and all CATS out of the storage closets!!)

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Speaking of yesterday…

I had a truly beautiful day with my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man. We did go get our sushi, sashimi, and sake (he drinks the sake, not me). And here were our fortunes from the fortune cookies. Both of them could sort of apply to each of us, but the top one was his, and mine was the bottom one!! Yay!!

Oh, and oddly enough — yesterday was the first time he noticed me slipping the fortunes into my purse.

HE: “Are you taking those home?”

ME (startled by just how many of them I’ve already taken home and posted to the blog that he doesn’t know about): “Oh, well, yeah.”

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Today is the heavenly birthday of my very first girlhood hero. He was my world when I was 11. And he opened the door to everything, music-wise, for me. Including, but not limited to: (a different take on) Elvis, Delta Blues, Bob Dylan, and Brian Jones, Keith Richards and The Rolling Stones!! Yay!

Happy Heavenly Birthday, John Lennon. (He would have been 85 today — had the CIA not murdered him, that is.)

[And just FYI — always use Yandex when you want to actually search for something that doesn’t leap to “Conspiracy Theory!!”]

[And check out the Fundamentals of Trauma Based Mind Control, if you haven’t already… just a primer.] [I only bring this up, because, at age 20, I had only lived in NYC for 3 weeks when they murdered my girlhood hero. Talk about effective trauma…]

Anyway.

And here’s this! (Remember how, just after 9-11, DJs weren’t allowed to play this song on the radio???!!!) (Hmmmm….)

“Imagine”

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today… Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

c- 1971 John Lennon

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Well, on a happier note… as of right now, silver is at $50.09 per ounce! And gold is at $4,037. And the best is STILL yet to come!!

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Okay, well, I guess that is gonna be it for now, gang.

I really want to get back to reading over The Curse of Our Profound Disorder, so that I can get it off to the publisher already!!

Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world!!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!!

(Why wouldn’t I, on this beautiful fall morning in the Hinterlands??)

From my wee bonny girlhood in Cleveland, in the “Make America Beautiful” USA!! Buffalo Springfield, 1966, “For What It’s Worth.”

Enjoy, gang.

“For What It’s Worth”

There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking’ their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It’s time we stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, “hooray for our side”

It’s time we stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
Step out of line, the man come and take you away

We better stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

We better stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

We better stop
Now, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

We better stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look – what’s going down?

c – 1966 Stephen Stills