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Dec 18

Mom Makes Changes in Life with Le’a

Yesterday, I was truly expecting to contact my niece and nephew to tell them that I was definitely accepting their offer of taking over her training and life, wanting them to adopt my precious Le’a because I was just not able to control her behavior. But then, last night that precious angel on her very own climbed, well, actually jumped, on my bed, laid herself down as close to me as possible and she spent the whole night (short though it is) with me and awakened me by a light tongue touch on my nose.

Change is Inevitable

Of course I awakened, loving her and her very obvious acceptance of my security, and, yes, love. Right then, mom made her decisions to reject any necessity to interest family in adopting the little angel I promised to care for. I will no longer spritz her with water, yell at her to get down, or reject her ideas of travelling over Mom’s work area. After all, if Mom is there, so Le’a should, no Wants to be, there also.è


Today was a definite unusual one, since I made my decision and she considered her need to travel over tables and chairs to sit (on my chair-side table) as close to Mom as possible. Before having her breakfast, she needed to jump on the stove, walk to the sink over the countertop and drink a gulp of water that was in a container waiting to be washed.

Actually, I surprised myself by giving her a quiet down, please and a loud happily stated Thank you when she did the very first time I asked. I guess last night she decided to accept me, also

Surprise, Surprise

In any event I look forward to what lies in store for us. She saw Dr. Jill this morning, received the final injections necessary for new kittens  and is awaiting surgery for sterilization in February. 

I hope this means that my rambles will occur more frequently perhaps well documented with some new things, old things, unusual things and articles that might be of interest to others. So, until then, have a Wonderful New Year and loads of health in 2019.

Dec 18

Another Life, Another Love

Well, here I am, finally. This old woman needs to have her head examined, rather seriously. So much has happened since my last ramble, but very little has been concluded. I now have possession of, the owner of, and the mother to my precious 9 week old kitten. Believe me, being 86 is certainly not recommended for adopting a newly born kitten. My niece introduced me to the idea that she was going to adopt a kitten, but it will be mine if I want it.  Dear Lord, why am I always bombarded with choices that, despite their troubles, are just my cup of tea — important to make a positive answer to?

Well, I spent a short (Very short, I fear) time debating and soul-searching, yes, and even dreaming of bringing another feline companion to my home and my heart. Yes, I have now brought a wonderful kitten to my home. She is beautiful and her eyes are so different from “normal” eyes, since she has black pupils, but golden eyes. They are beautiful to me but may change as she grows older. Her name is Le’a with a grave accent over the e, so pronounced as LayA.  Le’a is sweet, stubborn, inquisitive, but totally lovable.

She is still small

So far, however, I have kept her out of the bedroom since the one time she did enter, she found the computer, it’s thousands of loose papers (I am laissez faire when it comes to my work area), and she decided it was more important that she lay on the laptop than that Mom should write this note. But in keeping her out of the bedroom, I kind of volunteered to stay out, also. So, I try to sleep in my easy chair while she does lay with me on the chair. She sleeps very well; I get my sleep while watching TV later in the day.  I have just taken her picture while she is sleeping. She is totally trusting of me but I have to teach her that, “No, it is not acceptable to grab one’s hands or feet, trying to chew anyone of them.”

This is my hardest task. The minute she was placed on my lap she grabbed my hand and brought it quickly to her wide open mouth. While I prefer another way to teach things that are not acceptable than yelling No, I need to get a small bottle filled with water to splash in her face each time she does a ” No”. That picture of her, asleep on my chair, is pictured here. Her “official picture”  will lie on the home page. I took the picture here, just before bedtime the very first day we met. I am particularly proud of that one simply because she sat so close, looked so sweet and allowed me to take that picture. 

With the above words I conclude this post., Happy in the thought that I am no longer alone, I now have a new love, and we will be able to live together in peace, especially when I finally convince her that I am more stubborn than she will ever be.

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Oct 18

Mandy sits at computer




A local business was looking for office help. A sign was put in the window saying:


Applicant Must Be:

  1. able to type
    2. good with a computer
    3. bilingual

We are an Equal Opportunity Employer.”


A short time afterwards, a dog trotted up to the window, saw the sign and went inside. He looked at the receptionist and wagged his tail, then walked over to the sign, looked at it and whined.

Getting the idea, the receptionist got the office manager. The office manager looked at the dog and was surprised, to say the least. However, the dog looked determined, so he led him into the office. Inside, the dog jumped up on the chair and stared at the manager. The manager said, “I can’t hire you. The sign says you have to be able to type.”

The dog jumped down, went to the typewriter and proceeded to type out a perfect letter. He took out the page and trotted over to the manager and gave it to him, then jumped back on the chair.

The manager was stunned, but then told the dog, “The sign says you have to be good with a computer.”

The dog jumped down again and went to the computer. The dog proceeded to demonstrate his expertise with various programs and produced:

  • a sample spreadsheet
  • a database
  • a multimedia presentation

and presented them to the manager. By this time the manager was totally dumbfounded! He looked at the dog and said, “I realize that you are a very intelligent dog and have some interesting abilities. However, I still can’t give you the job.”

The dog jumped down and went to a copy of the sign and put his paw on the part about being an Equal Opportunity Employer. The manager said, “Yes, but the sign also says that you have to be bilingual.”

The dog looked at him straight in the face and said,”MEOW

Oct 18

21st Century?

It seems as if I simply cannot get away from the local  – or – national political scene. I guess I could have until this Supreme Court controversy. In the beginning, I was totally against this nominee, Kavanaugh. Partly because I find it disturbing to appoint a hard right-leaning judge to the Court. Then, when I found out that he did not believe that there is any legal way that a U.S. President could be treated negatively I was definitely getting sick.

I remember very well how many women died from botched abortions before Roe vs Wade became US law. Just the thought that this law, rule, whatever it is considered the very thought to think that women in the 21st century would be forbidden from having an abortion in any way makes me very frightened for our culture and society and my real physical sickness. How could any person in this country consider that women are nor competent enough to make decisions about their own bodies causes me feelings close to hate. This, mainly because I have been a feminist for at least 73 years (when I was a young girl of 13; much to my Mother’s chagrin).

But, then the allegations began about the youthful Kavanaugh and his alcoholic antics. To watch the US House and Senate of the GOP – those very old white men who never grew their minds or knowledge from their high school days, who, apparently never read news that explained the way the environment was some 30 years ago. These old white men began expressing what used to be expressed when a woman had the audacity to announce that she had been raped or attacked with the attempt to

sexually molest her. We thought we had entered the “Me to” age. If everyone had remembered how the Congress reacted to the sexual proclivity of Congressional members. Remember, two GOP women announced that the Dem congressman should leave the senate, even though his illegality was a picture meaning to be funny. But they never asked the GOP-ers to leave. Interesting to some, outrageous to others. They didn’t need to grow: their jobs were secure for their lifetime, only being renewed every 2nd or 4th year. They just kept running for “their seat” each renewal time.

In any event, I do not believe that any female has not been at least hassled in one way or another during their lifetime. (I was propositioned to share a bed with the leader of the Board of a National Organization. Had I said “Yes”, it was purported that I could become COO of the national organization. And not only was I married, but I was what I considered myself as “a fat slob”. Things like this make me sick).

Watching the two people being interviewed by the all-white old men of the Senatorial hearings of the GOPs Judiciary Committee. I was totally shocked at the way Kavanaugh spoke at his “hearing”/ I certainly do not believe that ANY judge, especially an associate Supreme Court Judge should ever testify in such a partisan, hateful, disgusting manner. I would not want any activity with which I was involved to be presented to the Supreme Court for adjudication. It was disgusting. While I felt real sympathy for Dr Ford, I did believe her and while I do not believe that, without lots of research would we

warning that he will retaliate? It was a bad omen that the GOP with but one NO, voted to admit him to the Supreme Court. I believe this was a horrendous mistake and that in following years many bad things will happen. I am truly happy that my years are numbered – especially I will not outlive him, under usual circumstances.

Well I hope that my next post will be more positive and about something warm and fuzzy. ever be able to reach a decision on the legality of the act, since the way the whole thing was handled was specifically organized not to be able to decide guilt.

But just by the vitriol of his remarks, his determined reference to “left wing activity and even referring to President Clinton and his wife were sufficient to determine that He Should Not Become a Supreme Court Associate Justice. This man will be able to serve on the Court for the rest of his life. His warning that, “What goes around Comes Around”. was a pointed0












Aug 18

Mandy’s Next Story

A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He sidles up to the bar and announces: “I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”


A young boy goes off to college, but about 1/3 way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his parents gave him. “Hmmmm,” he wonders, “How am I gonna get more dough?”

Then he gets an idea and calls his father. “Dad,” he says, “you won’t believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why, they actually have a program here that will teach Fido how to talk!” “Why that’s absolutely amazing!” his father says. “How do I get him in that program?” “Just send him down here with $1000,” the boy says, “I’ll get him into the course.”


So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About 2/3 way through the semester, the money runs out. So, the boy calls his father again. “So, how’s Fido doing, son?” his father asks. “Awesome, dad, he’s talking up a storm,” he says, “but you just won’t believe this – now they have a program here that will teach Fido to READ!”

“READ!?” says his father, “That’s amazing! What do I have to do to get him in that program?” “Just send $2,500, I’ll get him in the class.” So, his father sends the money.


At the end of the semester, the boy has a problem. When he gets home, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor read. So, he shoots the dog. When he gets home, his father is all excited. “Where’s Fido? I just can’t wait to hear him talk and listen to him read something!”

“Dad”, the boy says, “I have some grim news. This morning when I got out of the shower, Fido was in the living room kicking back in the recliner reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked “So, is your daddy still messin’ around with that little redhead that lives down on Oak Street?”


The father says, “I hope you SHOT that lyin’ S. O. B.!” 

Aug 18

Moving On

Well, time has come for me to move on. I have spent the past two months grieving my precious Mandy [2], but now is time for me to put away my one true grown kitten to adding a new picture, but always the cat family. So today I would like to also present two pictures of my great grand niece and nephew.

My life until last fall was that I was without children, not even the children of my niece and nephew, since they lived in PA and I was ensconced in NYC. But after my husband died, my niece asked me to move to Indiana to live and to be near to her.

I was  now going to be closer to her own children; maybe, one day they will marry and have chikdren.

Well my grand niece, Nicole married and still lives in Fort Wayne, but my grand nephew, James married and lives in his wife’s state of Minnesota. But they have both had children, and I have met them, loved them, and reune with them as often as possible. The panel beneath this one contains pictures of both my great grand niece, Raegan and my great grand nephew, Maximus. With these introductions, please view the panel below. Presenting Raegan and Max:

Aug 18

Shorter than 2 dimes

It might be better if I kept my ramblings to myself, but that’s no solution to having a web site where my ramblings are presented.

I have now lived in Fort Wayne, Indiana for 8 years and I have never once remarked about how wondrous and courteous people are here. I have found people very respectful, protective and helpful to this old lady. I have been helped in the grocery stores, at my car at time of placing the groceries there, at the doctor’s waiting room when I have been led to the front of the line by people I know have been waiting a considerable time. While I am very appreciative and have thanked them, I feel that they have been far and above the under-rated thank you. Nevertheless, my thanks are heart-felt and come from my inner self who never believed that she (me) has ever warranted their help. But, if anyone of you is reading this now, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. Each of you has earned another star in your crown.

And those are my ramblings for now. I had every indication when I developed this site that I will ramble in small items, never typing more than can be read in a short period of time. But you now know why I am never found on twitter. There is no way my “comments” can be restricted by a few hundred words.

See you next time.


Sleeping Cats
Sleeping Cats
Aug 18

More “Ramblings” from Mandy

Things I’ve Learned…..!

I should not play tug-of-war with Dad’s underwear when he’s on the toilet.

The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.

I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I’m lying under the coffee table.

It’s not a good idea to roll my toys behind the fridge.

To keep my humans happy: I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.

I will not eat the cat’s food, before or after she eats it.

I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up.

I will not throw up in the car.

I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.

I will not lick Mom’s face after eating animal poop.

I will not eat any more socks and then redeposit them in the backyard after processing.

I will not see the diaper pail as a cookie jar.

I will not wake Mom up by sticking my cold, wet nose on her bottom end.

I will not chew Dad’s toothbrush and not tell him.

I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.

When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it’s raining outside.

We do have a doorbell, but I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.

I will not steal my Mom’s underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.

Mandy and Dad
Mandy Resting on Dad's Lap
Aug 18

And, Yet Again

If there is one thing to be learned through a long life is that nothing ever stays the same. One has to be prepared for changes and be able to roll with the punches. I had made a decision after Mandy[2] died, that I would close this site and spend the rest of my time playing with games on my computer, since I was no longer planning to ramble for public consumption.

Then, after I had already notified Siteground that I was not going to renew, I decided, well heck, I am not ready to retire to inactivity and keeping my ramblings inside myself. So here I am with another ramble, another decision not to act my age (a terrible command for “Seniors”, anyway).

My presentation to “Sisters Over 70” about controversy in Country/Western Music of the 20th century is now over. I thought it went well, but I received no feedback from my fellow Sisters as to how effective it might have been. Since so many women my age do not like “Country Music”, the theme just encouraged me more to present the info; I tried to react to how my Mother would have reacted had she ever listened to the lyrics of many of my favorite and loved music.

Of course, while preparing the music, I discovered as a “teen-ager”, were actually written and performed in the 70s, well into my marriage and adulthood. I know memories are sweet to think on, but time has a way of morphing itself in strange ways—especially as memories.

But surprisingly enough, Comcast now has a classic western (country) music channel that plays all the old music of my listening years – mainly from the 40s and early 50s, although I did get my fellow students at Mt. Sinai Hospital School of Nursing, (NYC) (most of whom had never even heard Country music) to listen to the music. We all began yelling “Hee-Haw” around the dorm in our free time.

Believe it or not, there was a Country Music station in NYC in 1950, but I do not know if it still existed after my marriage in ’56, since my husband liked show tunes and I became a Broadway music listener after that.  But the Comcast music, which I listen to now, plays the songs I do remember from the 40s and 50s and, surprisingly to me, I actually remember the words to most of the songs

Jul 18

The heart Stops…but Life continues

I know it is time to present another ramble, but I feel less able to cope now that my Mandy[2] is no longer with me. But, the time has come, and I must try to ramble on once more. I vowed as I established this web site that I would not do any political ramblings. Unfortunately, this vow has become less permanent in this environment over-taken by the person now attempting to be President of the United States. His name will not be mentioned by me because I find it totally unbelievable that anyone, who considers his or her self to be a citizen of the USA could vote for this idiot and is willing to remain faithful to this incumbent. I not only feel panic at losing my country and its democracy, but complete shame and helplessness at the fact that some of my countrymen and women could vote for him. He certainly never hid what his beliefs and practices would be, demonstrating in no uncertain ways that he was to “lead” by autocratic methods, indeed saying that he could do it all – and without help. Therefore, the loss of Mandy who was my support and object of my declarations (when not yelling at the TV, that is) has left me sweaty, deflated and, physically scared.

Indeed, how can I write a short, newsy tidbit, while feeling unease within myself? Well, having lived so long, it comes easy to chit chat insignificantly about my world without expressing any anxiety over my national plight.

Unfortunately, I just cannot get pepped up over sports, especially soccer. Apparently, soccer has made millions of Americans rabid soccer viewers. And, of course, with the World Cup active now, and with watchers of the TV games, now spending hours talking among other game watchers about each team and how they have done, one must suffer through the comments among the news teams before one can hear the “real” news. I have never watched a soccer game, nor do I understand the scoring. I sat down one afternoon to watch, but I got bored even though the play was exciting, nor did I understand what is considered legal or illegal and found the scoring foreign to me. Anyway, I find that I will let soccer viewers view soccer, while I read books from my Nook or my Kindle.

I have managed to make a ramble on this page and it will serve me now. But, may I suggest that if anyone is contemplating purchasing a pet, specifically a cat or dog, consider doing so by adopting a pet from an animal shelter, where minimal fees are levied but an identifying implant may have been implanted for the pet for identification, and, perhaps also, neutering the sex of the animal was also performed. If you are not in the market for a pet, consider contributing to the ASPCA or other animal shelters. It will give you a warm feeling of comfort, and it will be a Godsend feeling of joy and/or comfort to the animals. The irony that I must now face is the fact that before I adopted Mandy[2], I thought long and hard about the fact that at my age (which was 75  then), how fair would it be to this precious creature to be left after her mentor, her total love went away. I am glad I decided that I could help her with love and a home during the duration of life that I had left. The horror of being left alone fell to me. She was so sweet, so loving, so dependent upon me and, yet, I failed her horribly when she needed me the most. May she Rest in Piece; she is, at least, now free from her pain and discomfort.