Predicted: 20% chance of a few flakes of snow
Reality: 100% chance of an inch of snow and everyone panicking like they live in Puerto Rico and haven't got power or water. *facepalm*
Seriously. It's broom snow. Ktichen broom at that. A sugar dusting. Eh. Sorry, but where I grew up, this was basically our version of a darned heavy frost, LOL.
Our last weekend of 2017!
I could rant for-freaking-ever, but I save that for other places and spaces.
Book recommendations: Anything by Brian Fagan, tho' particularly his works on the Little Ice Age and the Medieval Warming Period. He's an anthropologist, readable, and discusses how human societies and such shifts in Europe did X and Y and Z. I'll note that there are probably extraordinarily great records of the past and the global milieu in Chinese, but I don't read it or speak it and for all I know the COmmunists burned those books or some emperor did, but hoepfully... Someday... I will find the Great Big Book of "And here's two thousand years of interesting stuff from Asia, b/c hey, the world isn't just Europe." And it'll be in English.
That said, for non-nerdy reading, I got nothing. I find so much modern fiction trite or predictable or trendy or meh. I get irked by self-consciously "cool" writing. Years as an editor. I'm aware that 99 percen tof such is pretentious, to "show off", and it makes me grit my teeth. Write well, and worry about setting trends later. As in, never. The best books have never been trendy, or topical, or "relevant". THey last b/c the characters are worth caring about, and the writing is good enough that we don't even pause to exclaim at it --- we simply are caught up and floated along, and nothing in us stops to say, "Oh my, what a lovely turn of phrase!" until *later* --- and we don't wince at things like "too" for "to" or "reign in" for "rein in" and similar crap errors that shouldn't get past the author, let alone make it into a published work. Whoops. Sorry.
Today in 1924, astronomer Ed Hubble announced the existence of other galactic systems. It came as a shock to most that we're not the only thing in the universe. Hubble was, of course, proven correct.... and the telescope with his name on it gives us amazing images of distant stars and such so routinely that we've lost a bit of the wonder of it all, alas.
In 1940, the US state of California opened its first freeway, connecting Pasadena to Los Angeles. The LA area is, of course, now known for being nothing *but* freeways. Seriously, there's so many of them that it's like a parking lot, not a city, on Google Earth view. I creeped myself out with that one. No link. Yeesh. *shiver*
In 1953, th efirst color TV sets went on sale. FOr about 1100 bucks. Yep. $1100. Makes you re-think how tech has moved on, when a tiny color screen in a huge lumbering cabinet the size of a coffin is now... a huge screen the cat can knock over if you forget to use the anchor screws. As opposed to something that required two muscled men and a piano-moving dolly.
And in merry old England, where "merry" was possibly a synonym for "chaotic", the Wars of the Roses saw a huge shift when the Duke of York rode out with his forces and into a Lancaster trap, and died, along with many others, including, IIRC, one of his sons. The Wakefield battle was a rout, essentially, and created th ekind of personal animosity that leads to... well, let's just say,t eh Wars of the ROses were confusing in origin (whose blood gave which person more right ot the throne stuff), but after Wakefield? The stiff and uptight Duke of York left behind a son who was very good in battle and very, very, very upste about Wakefield. Very. That son became the first YOrkist king, Edward IV, and was followed by his brother, Richard III, and Edward IV's daughter Elizabeth was married to Harry Tudor (King Hnery VII) when the Wars of teh Roses ended for good and all with the taking of the throne by TUdor. While nominally "Lancaster", Tudor's blood claim to the throne was nonexistent. However, almost no one left with a blood claim was around, and those who were? Tudor killed. None too fond of Tudor, young Elizabeth of York bore him many kids, including the guy who became Henry VIII, and by all accounts was never a very happy camper. THen again, if your brothers are dead, and your family killed off, an dyour sisters forced to marry enemies and you're married to a guy who killed your uncle? You have some reason to be depressed, to say the least.
And now I'm off to seize the day. Sorta. Yeah, no. Sweep the snow, take a walk, do the laundry, blah blah blah.
Happy Weekend, and hugs for all!
Good morning!I am up late. Took until oh-dark-icky to fall asleep. Eh. One of those nights. We get 'em. Fortunately, this one fell on a day I wasn't going to be awakened by Hubby or appointments!***I despair for the ENglish language.Whoa = what you say to a horse, or as an exclamation, as in "Whoa, that's cold!"Woah = ???? Noah with a W???Woe = sorrowBut by all means, use "woah" for either "woe"...
My uncle went in yesterday to have a femoral arterial graft he had over 95 percent blockage hes 68 years old. This was in his neck. He is not doing well. His blood pressure wil not go down hes dizzy and having bad headaches and not doing well over all. Please pray for him, hes very special to many of us. Also the only uncle i have that i know. My aunt is so scared and they are 3 1/2 hours away...