Hubby is now on Vicodin, Valium and Gabapentin. And he got his first steroid shot. And the docs are sure he will be cured but he's still on all this med, and I'm teh adult child of an alcoholic in a family of addicts on one side. Sure, I'm calm. Perfectly calm.
I am so not calm, all. He downplayed his vicodin use to the doc, b/c of course I was not there to rat him out b/c Covid precautions.
ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH and did I mention ARGH?
Friday the Thirteenth.
I have a black cat.
Shall I walk under a ladder next? Hmm.
On the subject of superstitions, what is a "stition", anyway? Eventually, you get back to Latin, via French, and it apparently meant (maybe?) "stition" as to stand over/stare in awe. Super- means to do a lot of it. How that came to mean "a belief without scientific foundation"... well, that's later. Or more recent, as you prefer. It first appeared in English in the 15th century (the 1400s), courtesy a mangling of the Latin meaning via the French. Darn those French;-P
So that black cat thing? Only for yon landlubbers! British and IRish sailors alike had no issue with a black cat aboard ship. A cat aboard ship of any kind was good luck ---- and good pest control! Some sailors would ascribe weather magic or prediction to cats, based on cat behavior, which pretty much makes all cat owners laugh. But to drown a ship's cat was believed to bring nine years of bad luck (one for each of the cat's rumored nine lives, apaprently).
Whistling in sailing communities of all kinds has a dual reputation. On one hand, it's thought to increase wind for sailing. On the other, coded whistling could allow mutineers to communicate. BTW, there's no luck associated with "whistling past a graveyard", despite some more recent misconceptions on that point ----- we whistle to distract ourselves from anxiety about death.
Mermaids also have a good-bad reputation on board ship. In some cultures, good luck; in Anglo culture, bad luck. One mermaid of legend was allegedly 2,000 feet long (so, yeah, a whale).
Setting sail on Friday was considered bad luck in the UK navy and among private sailors, as well, but to be honest, I suspect the guys just wanted to stay ashore for one last chance at a good Sunday family supper and a night at a pub. Just my take.
Red Sky at Night, Sailors Delight; Red Sky in Morning, Sailors Take Warning. This is valid, based on weather patterns in mid-latitudes. Outside that, no. However, the sky isn't the one you think. Red Sky in the *west* in the morning makes sailors take warning, b/c that's an incoming bank of clouds in areas where the prevailing patterns are west to east (mid-latitutdes). Red sky in the *east* at night means the storm has passed. :-) Yes, my dad was Navy and explained that to me, but since he was a submariner, that was irrelevant to him anyway, LOL!
I'm off to find ways to cope. And do chores. And just have a nice cry in my nook. I really am loving my nook. The cats sleep there all the time, so it's very furry and purry and pet-cuddly. :-) Nothing like a sunbeam, a book, and a furry friend, right?
HUGS to all!
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