Mostly because I’m tired and undercafeinated and I have an article and three short stories overdue. But my guest poster failed me, and I’m not willing to run some of the guest posts in the back burner, because it’s so late, and I hate to short my writers.
However, I have a post percolating and don’t want to put it here. So, instead, you get a collected bag of random musings.
So, yesterday we decided to go over to the other house to meet realtor. Children, don’t try this at home. Because Dan sort of immediately looked at the faucets and said “These have to change” (Okay, there were other points, such as that the faucets were on sale at home depot and…) So, 8 hours later…
In my defense I didn’t do much except keep Dan company. I’m still exhausted. Realtor will probably work out. He’s a geek and we’re geeks, so…
So, what have I been up to other than the house and moving Robert out? Not a heck of a lot, obviously. On the slate for today is finishing the black tide novella and writing an overdue article.
Of course I get to kill people who annoy me in Do No Harm, the Black Tide Novella:
The TV was set on news and all the anchors sounded hysterical. Though seeing Emerson Cuiper go full zombie on camera before chasing the other CNN anchors around had been completely worth it. And it was a sign of how jaded they’d got in the last few months that it warranted no more than snorts from a couple of the doctors and Lucas Fiacre, one of the Physician’s Assistants saying in his best camp voice, “Oh that is nothing to brag about,” when the news anchor tore all his clothes off.
Tomorrow I do two more short stories, then I finish Witch’s Daughter (comes after Witchfinder) this week, so I can put it up before the end of the month. And then I’ll pivot to finishing Darkship Revenge.
Meanwhile this morning I discovered the horrors of having given my kid all five pounds of Kenyan Peaberry. I’m on tea until younger kid wakes and I can get taken to supermarket.
Oh, the eyes. Got new glasses prescription, even though it hurt because, money. BUT because I haven’t driven in over a year and because my prescription was so different, I’m giving my eyes time to adjust and then will start driving in neighborhood till I’m adjusted.
Oh, and speaking of driving — yesterday JUST stopped in time (my husband, driving) to NOT run over a dog that ran across the street in our old neighborhood. If we’d hit him it would have ruined out week, probably broken his owner’s heart (beautiful, well cared for animal) and probably damaged the car, since it was a big dog.
I know pets escape — have had that happen with our cats — but today be extra careful with yours and give your pets a hug for me.
And speaking of pets — we still have Robert’s cat until after his retreat in the mountains — and the little bastage is doing the faithful dog thing and refusing to eat. Sigh. One more week.
Speaking of depressing — what the heck is it with even sensible people falling for Trump?
1- Item, he was a big Hilary supporter.
2- Item, he doesn’t rule out running independent
3- Item, Ross Perot spoke the same kind of populist rethoric, ran indie and gve victory to Clinton. Amazing how this happens when a Clinton runs, isn’t it? Heck of a coincidence.
4- He only gets away with speaking as he does and not getting destroyed in the media — yeah, they can. They did to Palin and, oh, yeah, the tea party — because they are in on it, wink, wink, nudge nudge. Which is why the other republicans aren’t doing what he does.
5- Trump is the only person I know — yes, even more than Jeb Bush — against whom the levels of cheating needed to elect Hilary will look like “no fraud.”
6- If because of this we elect Hilary, or worse Sanders I’m going to be seriously upset. We don’t need our very own “Chavista” regime.
I’ve been looking at you tube for folkloric dances from Portugal. A friend asked if I was nostalgic. Not really. Most of these were things I didn’t know about.
It started with # 1 son mentioning the Stick and Bucket Dance in Lords and Ladies. I told him I knew exactly what that looked like because the Portuguese have their own version.
Tell me you can’t hear “dance you b*st*rds” in the background of that.
MOST masculine men in skirts you ever saw.
That led to this,
which for inexplicable reasons is known as “Storming the Castle” and why in heck do they have castanets?
Robert rather liked the first one, which he says should be headlined “and then we fought and stuff” but was bewildered by the second.
This led us to THIS link, which bewildered us both:
This group has much prestige because of authentic attire from “the time of Roman occupation.” To which my son sneered “Yeah, for slaves and foreigners.” Which is about right.
Anyway, this trip down the oddest nooks of Portuguese ethnography is because Portugal has discovered its past.
“What?” Younger son asked. “But they do nothing else.”
Unkind, if to an extent true, because Portugal keeps ruminating on its past. However, it’s usually its discoveries and such, iow the “progress” side of history. Nowadays people seem to be fascinated by the “murky” past of Portugal. The stuff when Portugal was the welcome mat of Europe where everyone wiped their genetic material.
This fascinates me because it’s the sort of history they DIDN’T teach in school. Murky, both explaining and buried in quotidian life. It’s interesting as heck, not that I want to revive it.
But there are things, such as when I was singing a medieval song that my mom sang to me as a baby and my son stopped me and said “you know the unknown lover is death, right?” and went on to explain the markers and suddenly the song made sense. (There is nothing about it on line, in fact the one version online was collected from the south and adds a king and a shepherdess becoming queen, things from the renaissance, not the Middle Ages.)
In the middle of discussing that — back when we were fixing the house — my son sang this which is creepy enough to form the “spine” of an Urban Fantasy or a thriller.
That’s what’s going on in my head this morning, and why I couldn’t write a proper post. I mean, the whole melange.
And now I’m going to have caffeine and then work.