O fie. Mah*Sweetie and I are both home sick from work today. I was doing better yesterday, no longer barfing, but today things are going the other way. Lucky me. To make things more interesting, Mah*Sweetie has a very bad cold with deep cough. I think his cold has somehow kept him from getting this illness I have, but I may be very susceptible to what he has.
I contacted the Innkeeper again and it turns out she and her s.o. got sick early this week with fever and chills (entirely different symptoms than the rest of us got!). Some strange season, this! It makes me want to become a hermit!
Hmmm, what would the job description look like for: Professional Hermit ~?
A hermit is someone who lives alone more or less without contact with others. But "more or less" can cover a variety of situations. Some literally never see anyone else, with food shoved under their door. Others are perfectly willing to interact with anyone who come by their remote habitat. All depends.
Penny and I went out to celebrate our 49th wedding anniversary tonight. Dinner at a nearby Greek restaurant. Penny had pastitsio (sp?). I had linguine with spinach and artichokes and two glasses of wine. Penny made sure they had her non-alcohol beer. They said they did. Turned out that meant they went out and bought it somewhere.
Congratulations, Bill--that's some feat! And some fete! Hope you're ready for the big GOLD next year!! You could call it Marriagecon, and do it up big!! ♥
As I recall, back around the 18th Century, give or take, wealthy folks with big estates would sometimes have a hermit in residence on their property. In England, I am sure; maybe elsewhere in Europe? I suppose they had to ask around, and maybe advertise for candidates.
It's a fine thing to stimulate one's immune system, but sometimes very definitely no fun. Get well soon, listener & sweetie!
Very few cases of influenza out here yet this year.
That’s a running joke in Tom Stoppard’s masterpiece “Arcadia:” around 1817, Lady Croom is employing the contractor Noakes to revamp her estate’s gardens from the old neoclassical style to the Romantic style:
“LADY CROOM: …. (Pointing through the window) What is that cowshed?
NOAKES: The hermitage, my lady?
LADY CROOM: It is a cowshed.
NOAKES: It is, I assure you, a very habitable cottage, properly founded and drained, two rooms and a closet under a slate roof and a stone chimney –
LADY CROOM: And who is to live in it?
NOAKES: Why, the hermit.
LADY CROOM: Where is he?
NOAKES: Madam?
LADY CROOM: You surely do not supply an hermitage without a hermit?
NOAKES: Indeed, madam –
LADY CROOM: Come, come, Mr Noakes. If I am promised a fountain I expect it to come with water. What hermits do you have?
NOAKES: I have no hermits, my lady.
LADY CROOM: Not one? I am speechless.
NOAKES: I am sure a hermit can be found. One could advertise.
LADY CROOM: Advertise?
NOAKES: In the newspapers.
LADY CROOM: But surely a hermit who takes a newspaper is not a hermit in whom one can have complete confidence.”
― Tom Stoppard, Arcadia - See more at: http://marginalrevolution.com/marginalrevolution/2014/06/even-professional-swiss-hermits-must-have-good-people-skills.html#sthash.Yuo4SrRl.dpuf
I need Dr. Dean!
ReplyDeleteO fie. Mah*Sweetie and I are both home sick from work today. I was doing better yesterday, no longer barfing, but today things are going the other way. Lucky me. To make things more interesting, Mah*Sweetie has a very bad cold with deep cough. I think his cold has somehow kept him from getting this illness I have, but I may be very susceptible to what he has.
ReplyDeleteI contacted the Innkeeper again and it turns out she and her s.o. got sick early this week with fever and chills (entirely different symptoms than the rest of us got!). Some strange season, this! It makes me want to become a hermit!
Hmmm, what would the job description look like for: Professional Hermit ~?
I hope you and your sweetie are better soon.
DeleteA hermit is someone who lives alone more or less without contact with others. But "more or less" can cover a variety of situations. Some literally never see anyone else, with food shoved under their door. Others are perfectly willing to interact with anyone who come by their remote habitat. All depends.
Hope you both get better soon♥
DeletePenny and I went out to celebrate our 49th wedding anniversary tonight. Dinner at a nearby Greek restaurant. Penny had pastitsio (sp?). I had linguine with spinach and artichokes and two glasses of wine. Penny made sure they had her non-alcohol beer. They said they did. Turned out that meant they went out and bought it somewhere.
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary!
DeleteCongratulations, Bill--that's some feat! And some fete! Hope you're ready for the big GOLD next year!! You could call it Marriagecon, and do it up big!! ♥
DeleteThanks, Cat and puddle.
DeleteHmmm. Marriagecon. Have to think about that.
As to raven or crow, that's easy. When you spoke to him, did he say, "Nevermore?"
ReplyDeleteAs I recall, back around the 18th Century, give or take, wealthy folks with big estates would sometimes have a hermit in residence on their property. In England, I am sure; maybe elsewhere in Europe? I suppose they had to ask around, and maybe advertise for candidates.
ReplyDeleteIt's a fine thing to stimulate one's immune system, but sometimes very definitely no fun. Get well soon, listener & sweetie!
Very few cases of influenza out here yet this year.
--Alan
--Alan
Steve Sailer June 20, 2014 at 5:08 pm
DeleteThat’s a running joke in Tom Stoppard’s masterpiece “Arcadia:” around 1817, Lady Croom is employing the contractor Noakes to revamp her estate’s gardens from the old neoclassical style to the Romantic style:
“LADY CROOM: …. (Pointing through the window) What is that cowshed?
NOAKES: The hermitage, my lady?
LADY CROOM: It is a cowshed.
NOAKES: It is, I assure you, a very habitable cottage, properly founded and drained, two rooms and a closet under a slate roof and a stone chimney –
LADY CROOM: And who is to live in it?
NOAKES: Why, the hermit.
LADY CROOM: Where is he?
NOAKES: Madam?
LADY CROOM: You surely do not supply an hermitage without a hermit?
NOAKES: Indeed, madam –
LADY CROOM: Come, come, Mr Noakes. If I am promised a fountain I expect it to come with water. What hermits do you have?
NOAKES: I have no hermits, my lady.
LADY CROOM: Not one? I am speechless.
NOAKES: I am sure a hermit can be found. One could advertise.
LADY CROOM: Advertise?
NOAKES: In the newspapers.
LADY CROOM: But surely a hermit who takes a newspaper is not a hermit in whom one can have complete confidence.”
― Tom Stoppard, Arcadia
- See more at: http://marginalrevolution.com/marginalrevolution/2014/06/even-professional-swiss-hermits-must-have-good-people-skills.html#sthash.Yuo4SrRl.dpuf