GOod morning! It's Monday morning here and... Yeah, I got nothing. It's almost September, and usually I love that month, but this year? Oy. Appointments every couple days, every week, all month. *headdesk*  Dreading them is always worse than doing them, but that doesn't stop me. Oh, and I am *still* trying to find a PT person, they never answer their phone at the place that was recommended as "kind and gentle".  Um... Kind and gentle and invisible? *headscratch* Y'know. Typical daily brain-buzzing. The Hive in my head is busy.

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On the plus side... Next Monday is Labor Day in the US, so we get a three-day weekend.:-)

Netflix will have new stuff in their September line-up for Netflix streaming, so yay!

September usually means the weather finally changes into a season my fibro and I can abide! (The actual fronts ache, but oh, the lack of sauna-like conditions, ahhhh....)

I figured out that if I can ever cross-country trail-hike 12 km in a day again, I can get to a local natural preserve and back on foot, via paths in the woods, and not use a single road. That said, I get about 4 km, and the last of that better be me walking in my front door or the bum hip turns into a numb leg and I'm doing the gator crawl. A bit daunting on a good day, let alone with Mr. Angry Elbow Tendons.

Now that school is in session, I get free entertainment, b/c we can hear the announcer for all the different games when the wind is right. Like radio, basically, only who does radio anymore? And, of course, Ican follow the football team without risking the crazy bleachers.

September means more cats! No, really, it does. Like, in addition to mine, LilMiss, Shadow, Fraidy, Meanie... More cats! And we'll see the fox more regularly (hunt season, hounds, nuff said, it ain't Disney), and we'll find out if the apple crops here fared better than the peach, cherry and others (whose blossoms were caught in a late freeze, died, bye-bye).

By the end of September, Mom will be done with radiation therapy.

After September, Hubby will be starting at a new employer, with heatlh benefits. Which really makes up for that "cut" in pay, given we're self-paying currently. Ouch.

Did tha tmake it to ten things? No? Drat. Oh well... SO much for the "List ten good thigns about September" therapy task!

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Today in 1828, the US issued a patent to Robert Turner for hbis improved version fo the self-regulating wagon brake. Essentially, a self-regulating brake on buggies, carriages, and other wheeled horse-drawn contraptions meant that the bed of the wagon/etc. would rest on rollers, so that going downhills shifted the bed (or box, as it was also called) forward a little, and it would automatically then "ride" on the wheels, slowing the wagon. The device was never manufactured, as the hand brake was (and remains) the popular choice. One reason being, wood doesn't withstand that sort of pressure very well, but it was a good idea. (And I had to dig like heck to find out that much about the darn thing. Why even mention this stuff on the Nerd Sites if you don't mention it was a dud?)

England passed the Factory Act in 1833, and its purpose was to "solve" the problem of "child labor". Inasmuch as restricting labor to those above the age of 9, not allowing them to work more than 9-12 hours per day, and requiring that each child have two hours of schooling (presumably in their sleep)... is a "solution". Child labor continued to be exploited, Charles Dickens continued to pen angry novels about poor children, and the INdustrial Revolution rolled on.  One begins to see the appeal fo Peter Pan and never growing up.... Hit 18 and you got the 16-hour work day. Oh, hurray.

In 1991, the republics of Russia and Ukraine agreed to stay in the Soviet Union, possibly the last time the two really agreed...

Not that it'll ever come up in daily use, but if you see a V with a bar over it? That's the Roman numeral for 5,000. Rather than write MMMMM. Yeah,t he Arabic numerals definitely make life simpler...

Unsurprisingly, a group of penguins can be called a "waddle".

And Eugene Shoemaker, geologist and planetary scientist, has part of his ashes in a pretty cool place... The moon. The best story about Shoemaker I know is that he was searching high and low in Germany for a source of a certain type of mineral/rock to prove a theory he had... And suddenly stopped, looked around, and basically did a facepalm, because he was standing in front of a lot of buildings made of *stone*. Locally quarried. Duh! Genius has its moments.

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OK, big hugs to all, I am going to hide in my den a bit. I really don't like that Mom's medical carers don't find her headache upsetting, but hopefully they're correct and I'm a big old worry wart.

Purrs and puma power to all,Leo