okay, I finally got sleep after a hellacious wtf-ness day. OK, got my caps key unstuck. SOrry about that.
Wind = power flickers here.
Yesterday? Hours of outage. In that cold. Oh... crap.
Since they predicted we wouldn't have power back on before midnight (brr), we were all scrambling a bit in Leo's neighborhood.
I have a fireplace that has a functional flue and all that. Yay me.
I have pipes that were built into exterior walls b/c (deleted nasty commentary here).
Instead of cuddling near a fireplace and praying for power to return? I'm heating heavy-a** bricks by the flames and setting them on old ceramic tiles (left over from our renovations a decade ago) under every sink in the place, and in crawlspaces that go near pipes, and by the water heater and water line from the main, and so forth. B/c hey! When the wind chill is below zero and you live in the Southern US, odds are nobody built your house with cold weather in mind. (More deleted commentary here. Where I grew up, you overbuild just b/c. Rant over.)
House didn't lose heat that quickly at first. Then... it did. We kept the faucets all running and I kept scurrying with hot bricks to make doubly sure and kept the fire going despite the damn wind knocking the smoke down the chimney (it's not me, btw, it was everyone with fireplaces yesterday, it was *that* kind of windy, you just can't adjust dampers and drafts for *that*) and the smoke would set off the smoke alarms, and when we got power back hours earlier than expected... I got to clean out the smoke smell, and the fireplace, and so forth, and so on.
Where was Hubby? Toasty at his office at his work. He has the option of working from home or from office. Official office had heat. Off he went.
The urge to bash him with the fireplace instruments was, I admit, on my mind more than once during my little "adventure" as he called it.
If he had not brought home supper? Oh, there'd have been problems. Never so glad to seee a crappy take-out pizza in my life!
The color choices for the cat capes are currently baby-blanket-yarn neon pink and wool-acrylic blend turquoise. I didn't choose, btw, I was given yarn. Sooo... I think the boy cats will have to be offended and deal, b/c the pink yarn is sooooo soft! I know wool is smarter for its capacity to keep you warm even if the wool is wet, but... Neon pink. If nothing else, they won't be overlooked!
Today in history, the royals were busy. I mean, everywhere.
In 871 AD, King Alfred of England (well, it's England *now*) deafeated the Danes at Ashdown, thus forcing a sort of stalemate-ish that allowed the Danes and their Anglo-Saxon sorta-distant-cousins to live in relative peace. Being the ninth century, "peace" meant "not actively at war and never trusting anyone". Wait. That hasn't changed, has it? Crap.
Technically, at the time, he was Prince Alfred, and the king was his big brother. The Danes, as they're politely now called, were in fact *Vikings* who, having seen the easy life in England (which tells you the crapfest back home in Denmark) decided to colonize and settle down and take over. This led to all sorts of higgledy-piggledy to the Anglo-Saxons who'd invaded and settled a few centuries earlier, until only Wessex (the "kingdom") remained to offer significant resistance. Under Alfred, it did. And kept doing so. Alfred went on to do many great things, thus earning the moniker "The Great", and took the trhone after his brother died. To Alfred we owe the writing down of things like Beowulf (yep, it's his fault!) and the restriction of the Viking-settler-invader-whatevers to a certain area, and all the usual wonders associated with, say, King Arthur of Camelot.
BTW, for the record, Alfred didn't kill his big brother. They died easy and hard in those days. Three of Alfred's big brothers preceded him on the throne of Wessex, and all died. Bloody times, bloody battles, awfulmedical care if any, and, well, yuck. Looks great on HBO shows, but in reality? Every day was a survival challenge. No thanks, I choose the pampered life of the 21st century!
Fast forward a bit...
In 1453, King Frederick III (or Holy Roman Emperor, as he'd have preferred) decided to make Austria its own grand-duchy or "archduchy". Austria is, of course, now it's own nation, separate from Germany and Hungary, the two entities to which it was attached politically by all that royal dynastic weirdness. Which is just weird, b/c Hungary is itself anomalous in Europe. The language is not kin to antyhing closer than the Urals and the Finns, the Urals being those mountainst aht more or less say to Russians "Here's where the European part stops".
Other languages related to Hungarian (all of the Uralic family) include the native tongue of the Sami (Lapp) and Estonian. Obviously, this was a bunch of people who at some point got around and then... didn't. The Uralic languages are dominant along the ARctic Circle region of Russia (that far north, yes) , making Hungary and environs the southernmost poitn of its reach. Hungarian has a fun feature I just learned --- no gendered pronouns. It's all one neuter/neutral word.
Hungarian also lacks prepositions. English has well over 30. Hungarian, like many other sensible languages, uses suffixes or case to indicate things for which we use prepositions: Direction/movement/locatoin relative to other things, etc. The fine art of the use of the English preposition remains difficult for non-native speakers. Even expert non-natives. It's difficult to translate directly, since other cues in a sentence will tell users of other language what their preposition or case indicate, but English has only the lowly preposition.
You can finish a sentence with one. I'm not that fussy. For one thing, it's nearly impossible in modern colloquial English to avoid that. E.g., "Is it turned on?" "It's turned off." "Well, then, turn it on!" "What with?"/"With what?!"...
Anyway, back to history and out of my brain.
Happy wedding anniversary to King Henry VIII of ENgland, who married Anne of Cleves this day in 1540. They divorced quickly, disliking each other intensely as spouses, but remained good pen pals and friends until separated by death. She was, apparently, too "ugly" for Henry and she found him too "grossly fat", but they made good intellectual buddies. Anne was probably the only of Henry's wives with whom he was ever on actual good terms, if you think about it. He managed to never fall in love with her, so he never had the falling out of love problem, and no worries on either front about adultery. His first wife was older and a bit dour; his second was beheaded, so we know that didn't work out...
I have to sneak up on my weekend, and pounce, before it gets away. Happy Epiphany to those who celebrate, and happy any other holy day I missed, which I know I have.
Coffee?Tea?Hot Chocolate?Cider?Warm Broth/Soup?
Good morning, from the land of "I slept 5 hours, but God forbid Hubby not wake me to ask me if we should check the cats, then he goes back to sleep and I am awake to deal with cats...." BTW, no neighborhood cats out in this lovely 10*F (-4*C) with nasty wind child weather. He was worried about ours. Who sleep on a sleeping bag and are probably sleeping more than I get to, an din more comfort....