Good morning! Well, the wet and wetter are heading into my area. Not that I woke due to fibro. Nope. Hubby assured me "the movie isn't that scary".
Uh-huh. Sure. Maybe to him that wasn't "scary". TO normal people? Yikes!
Meanwhile, today I have to pretend to have Christmas spirit to decorate the house and put up the tree. Not feeling it. I'd really rather teach myself to crochet or something. (Crochet doesn't have sharp pointy needles, right?) Alas, duty calls, and laundry, and make a huge post-THanksgiving supper for Hubby and myself. Why? He asked. And I stupidly said, "Sure, honey," before my brain could stop me.
Weird fact: Peanuts in the shell used to be found in taverns/bars (and may still in some for all I know) not just to feed the patrons, but clean the floors. Patrons would walk the shells into the floor, the shells absorbed odd liquids and spills, and the peanut oil was their idea of using a good floor polish. At end of business, sweep out the peanut shell mess, and done! No joke, btw. I was in a bar like that when I was about 4 years old. Yes, my late dad thought that was okay. No, my mom didn't know, or he'd have been my *dead* father about 20 years sooner than he already was... Never assume you know what your co-parent was up to. Never. It may involved a toddler learning why they have peanut shells all over the floor.
In 1858, the patent went out for the first workable pepper shaker with a screw-on top. Pepper mills are trendy *now*, but a simple shaker was a lot simpler, and I don't even want to know what they were doing without screw-on tops. Images of piles of pepper on food just keep flying into my head like some bad prank.
In 1803, Spain completed its transfer of Louisiana to France, who'd sell it to the USA in fairly short order IIRC.
Today in 1906, the president of the UK Marine Biological Association dropped a bottle into the ocean with a message inside. Mr. George P BIdder's message/bottle was not found until... wait for it... 2015. On the shores of Germany. So.... yeah. Nearly 109 years total. Dang.
And to finish off the wild and weird, in 1954 on this date, Elizabeth HOdges of Alabama became a rare case of meteorite injury when an 8.5-pound rock smashed into her house and struck her as she napped on the couch. Other than serious bruises, she was fine, b/c it hit a cainet radio first, and bounced. She's the first documented case of meteorite injury altho' other cases were reported earlier (none confirmed). The next confirmed hit was 1992, a pebble-sized meteorite hit a boy in Uganda.
Both HOdges and her landlord claimed the meteorite, which was being bid for in the thousands of dollars. By the time ownership was settled? Hodges paid out $500, and nobody wanted to buy it from her. It was donated to Alabama Museum of Natural History.
The second-largest fragment of the same meteorite? Was eventually found by a farmer, who sold it to a lwyewr in Indiana. The lawyer gave the rock to the Smithsonian in Washington, DC. THe farmer bought a car, and had money left over.
Off I go to contemplate decorations and trees and cats and laundry and similar fun. After a nap and a hot shower!
Hugs and health to all!
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