Saturday, January 26, 2013

Rainy Day! Hooray!

After months and months and years of minimal rain, we got a good 2-hour soak today.  Hooray!

For a while it cleared up, then another rain shower.

More clearing and then lots of wind with some rain.

For now, it looks like it's been raining lightly enough that I haven't heard it, but the windows and roads are wet.

I'm glad it's happening on a Saturday.  If temps get below freezing tonight, the roads could be dicey tomorrow morning.  Instead of worrying about going to work, I can just stay home and sleep in.

On the other hand, the forecasters are saying there might be more headed our way through Tuesday.  We might even get some snow.  Sigh.

I figure I'll take it a day at a time.  If things look slick on Monday or Tuesday, I'll go in late.  I've got vacation time and see no reason to endanger myself by trying to get to work on time if the roads are too slick.  (My desire to be retired peaks at times like this.)

Papillon

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Good Old Days? Bah!

I freely admit that I've been a long-time fan of Upstairs, Downstairs and, more recently, Downton Abbey.

Because of Downton Abbey, I've been reading a number of books written by people who worked downstairs during the early 1900's.  As snarky as people can be as portrayed in the TV series, trust me, things could be even more horrific in actual fact.

The two most recent books read are A Cook's Tale by Nancy Jackman with Tom Quinn and They Also Serve by Bob Sharpe.

Nancy Jackman was born in 1907 and went into service at age 14.  She worked until 1961.  In her first position her employer tried to rape her.  She managed to fight him off and left for home the next day.  In her next position, she started as a scullery/kitchen maid.  She worked there long enough to know how everything was supposed to be done, at which point her employers fired their cook.  Promoting the kitchen maid to cook was cheaper than keeping the original cook.  One of her employers was a doctor who appeared respectable, but when his wife went to visit her relatives, he'd hire a couple of prostitutes and engage in wild and crazy sex.

She did make an interesting observation on why the upper classes were so weird and possible crazy.  The upper classes like to have several 'shoots' every year.  As to be expected, they would use birdshot to kill the birds.  The problem is - there's no way to remove all the birdshot while preparing the birds to be eaten - that is if you still wanted it to look like a bird.  So, when the upper classes were eating their pheasant/quail/whatever, they'd end up with some birdshot in their mouths.  It was considered rude to remove the birdshot from their mouths so they would swallow it. 

The problem?  Birdshot was (is?) made of lead.  As we all know now, ingesting lead can poison you.  They might have just as well been eating lead paint chips.  This could explain a lot of very truly weird behavior on the part of the upper classes.

One rather disgusting side effect - the birdshot wouldn't digest completely on its way through.  It would end up in the chamber pots or, later, the toilets.  The problem is - it didn't flush well and would occasionally stop up the toilets.  The housemaids would then have to clear things out.  Ewwww!

Bob Sharpe (They Also Serve) started as a hallboy.  This is essentially a dogsbody - he got to do all the tiresome chores that nobody else wanted to do.  These included emptying chamber pots.  One day he was running across the courtyard to empty one.  The courtyard was slick and he fell.  A housemaid did condescend to niceness by using warm water to sluice the stuff off him.  However, he had to work in his wet clothes for the rest of the day.  He later became a footman.  Part of that job was to stand motionless behind the diners during the hours-long dinners.  (Unless someone specifically asked him to do something.)  He later rose to become a butler. 

According to both Jackman and Sharpe, the hours were brutal, you could often work 15 hour days.  Jackman talked about one cook who spent a 15 hour day cooking various meals for her employers and their guests.  The cook finally went to bed but was roused around 2 AM because her employers and guests had sat up late playing cards and now wanted the cook to make them hot chocolate.  That's why Jackman later insisted on living outside the household where she was employed.

The good old days?  Hardly.

Papillon

Monday, January 14, 2013

Snow - and it's annoying

I still haven't figured out how to make my iPod nano to play the stuff I want it to play.  I'm giving the two of us a time out.

The house's pipes are flowing nicely.  Last night I made sure to leave a couple of faucets running slightly.  I sure don't want to go through the whole frozen pipes scenario a second time.  Nope, nope, nope.

As if I wasn't already feeling annoyed, today's weather helped things along nicely.  It started snowing early in the afternoon.  Mucked things up a bit and then stopped.  Fortunately things cleared up enough to make it relatively easy to get to my car.  However, as I headed home, I could see clouds headed my way.  Sure enough, about halfway home it started to snow.  NOOOOOOO!

At one point I was sitting at a stoplight and you could see the snow beginning to accumulate on the road.  Oh, no!  Fortunately, at about 3/4 of the way home, the snow tapered off and things went fairly well the rest of the way.

After I got home I took a few minutes to sweep the snow off the sidewalk.  Otherwise, tomorrow it would most likely melt enough to change into ice before I got home.

It's supposed to be COLD again tomorrow and then start warming up to normal temperatures by the end of the week.  Sooner rather than later would be nice.

Papillon

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Even though this was my 9/80 Friday off and therefore a 3-day weekend, it has not been the best of weekends.

Friday was cold and WINDY.  In spite of that, I got a number of errands run.

Yesterday I did battle with an iPod nano that I had bought.  I've got some mp3 files I want to listen to while preparing for a writing retreat that I signed up for.  (The retreat is in February.)  For starters, the iPod didn't want to converse with my older computer.  I got things started with my laptop, but that has got to be one of the more annoying sign-up processes.  I thought I got things working, however, the iPod doesn't want to recognize the mp3 files, let alone play them.  It took everything I had to restrain myself from flinging the damned thing across the room.

This morning I woke up and found that I have NO water.  None.  Zero.  Zip.  Now, it was supposed to be the coldest night of the year last night.  We were forecast to get down to around around zero.  I had my house re-piped a couple of years ago and they said they put all sorts of insulation around my pipes.

I called the city to see if the meter might have frozen.  The young woman I talked to said they had crews out dealing with a main line break.  I'm wondering if that could be the problem.  I think I shall wind this up and call a couple of neighbors to see if they're experiencing problems.

It's entirely possible that it's a water main problem.  I hopped in my car to go use Walmart's bathrooms and pick up some bottled water to use to fill my toilet tank.  The thermometer said it was 14 to 15 degrees.  We've had colder mornings without a problem.

I just heard from the plumber.  They're so busy, it may be late this afternoon before they can get someone freed up to come by my house.  Yikes!

Oh, when I went out to get the newspaper, what should I see but two hot air balloons.  If it's 14 degrees on the ground, it must be below freezing up where they're at.  Are these people insane?

Papillon