Holy shit, I forgot to post…!
I didn’t post yesterday. I clean forgot. First time in the ten years of sweasel.com. What’s more, I didn’t even realize it until I couldn’t sleep and decided to check my own blog on my tablet (note timestamp: 1:24 am. Wait, do you see post times in my time zone or yours?).
Sorry. I’ve been bringing home work. I didn’t think I’d have to do that. Ever again for as long as I lived. But the old dude who used to lay out our annual magazine decided he’s too old, and my boss was all, like, “say, you used to do publication design, didn’t you?”
Yes, yes…that only came up in the context of how much I flipping hated it.
Plus, I’ve got an art show coming up. I stay an associate member of the art club until I show two pieces in an annual show. I decided I hated everything I’ve done and I’ve thrown it all away and started from scratch. I have about a week.
So. Anyway. Excuses are boring. Those are mine. It’s gratifying that you noticed my absence (truly, it is). I don’t suppose it would do me much good if I fell down the stairs, as the emergency personnel would need more than “don’t know her name but she lives somewhere on the South coast of England.” But it’s still good to know if I fell off the earth, it would make a little ripple on the other side of the world.
I should get it all straightened out…in a couple of weeks (sigh).
p.s. Oh, for the record — yes, I have three tablets. Two Kindles, three tablets and an Android phone — and I use them all. HAHAHA! Well, except the first Kindle — the screen broke.
They’ve all been presents from Uncle B over time, but each one has a specific role and a specific place in the house. As you know, the batteries in these devices hate being run all the way down and there’s a constant drain while they search for wifi signal, so I expend a certain amount of daily effort rounding them all up and feeding them. They’re like livestock, really.
August 3, 2017 — 7:27 pm
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Mad as a wet owl
Is that a saying? It should be a saying. Another picture from Saturday’s owl deluge.
In the previous thread, Ric Fan says: “I love the Old English name for August, ‘Weodmonað’ – Bede says it means ‘the month of weeds, because they are very plentiful then’!”
I know this! I’m currently working my way through a History of England podcast (from the departure of the Romans to…not sure. Haven’t finished yet). Most entertaining. He listed the months of the year in the old Anglo Saxon (per the venerable Bede), and I thought it was so cool I wrote it down. Rough notes, I’m sorry.
I’m indebted to Ric Fan for the ð – I used the audio ‘th’. Other Anglo Saxon spelling howlers, undoubtedly.
Here we go!
Dec 25th is Modrenecht: “the night of the mothers”. Not sure what that means or if it’s a pagan festival that predates Christmas.
Month 12, 1 Juil: (Jule, Yule). Last month of the old, first month of the new.
Month 2 Salmanac: the month of cakes. Or mud. They made buns.
Month 3 Arethae. Should that be Areðae or something? No further information.
Month 4 Aeostre. Easter you should recognize.
Month 5 Trimicle. Three milks. Cows are milked three times a day.
Month 6 and month 7 Lethe. Something about the moon. He says we know no more.
Month 8 Weodmonað. The month of weeds, as Ric Fan said.
Month 9 Halechmonað. Spelling unk. The month of sacrifice, festivals, harvest.
Month 10 Wintirfirað. First full moon of Winter.
Month 11 Blodmonoð. Blood month. The time when it makes more sense to slaughter livestock than feed it through the Winter. Much feasting.
I’m getting quite addicted to using podcasts to get me through dull, brainless jobs. This one is recommended, if you have any interest in Jolly Olde.
August 1, 2017 — 10:43 pm
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