Monday, May 01, 2017

Monday 1st May 2017...Day 23!!!

RABBITS, RABBITS, RABBITS!!!!



You should all know by now why you have to say this every first of the month!!


Well the weatherman was right for today!!!


Question:

    What is the origin of the phrase "it’s raining cats and dogs?"

Answer:

    We don’t know. The phrase might have its roots in Norse mythology, medieval superstitions, the obsolete word catadupe (waterfall), or dead animals in the streets of Britain being picked up by storm waters.

The first recorded use of a phrase similar to “raining cats and dogs” was in the 1651 collection of poems Olor Iscanus. British poet Henry Vaughan referred to a roof that was secure against “dogs and cats rained in shower.” One year later, Richard Brome, an English playwright, wrote in his comedy City Witt, “It shall rain dogs and polecats.” (Polecats are related to the weasel and were common in Great Britain through the end of the nineteenth century.)
In 1738, Jonathan Swift published his “Complete Collection of Genteel and Ingenious Conversation,” a satire on the conversations of the upper classes. One of his characters fears that it will “rain cats and dogs.”  Whether Swift coined the phrase or was using a cliché, his satire was likely the beginning of the phrase’s popularity.  Other British writers have employed less popular phrases, such as “it’s raining pitchforks” or “it’s raining stair-rods,” to describe the shaft-like appearance of heavy rains. But Swift’s phrase may have been memorable enough to stick in the mind of the public.
Swift also wrote a poem, “City Shower” (1710), that described floods that occurred after heavy rains.  The floods left dead animals in the streets, and   may have led locals to describe the weather as “raining cats and dogs.”
Why “cats and dogs”?
Again, we don’t know for certain. Etymologists—people who study the origins of words—have suggested a variety of mythological and literal explanations for why people say “it’s raining cats and dogs” to describe a heavy downpour.  Here are some of the popular theories:
  • Odin, the Norse god of storms, was often pictured with dogs and wolves, which were symbols of wind. Witches, who supposedly rode their brooms during storms, were often pictured with black cats, which became signs of heavy rain for sailors.  Therefore, “raining cats and dogs” may refer to a storm with wind (dogs) and heavy rain (cats).
  • “Cats and dogs” may come from the Greek expression cata doxa, which means “contrary to experience or belief.” If it is raining cats and dogs, it is raining unusually or unbelievably hard.
  • “Cats and dogs” may be a perversion of the now obsolete word catadupe.  In old English, catadupe meant a cataract or waterfall.  A version of catadupe existed in many old languages.In Latin, for example, catadupa. was borrowed from the classical Greek κατάδουποι, which referred to  the cataracts of the Nile River.  So, to say it’s raining “cats and dogs” might be to say it’s raining waterfalls.
  • A false theory stated that cats and dogs used to cuddle into thatch roofs during storms and then be washed out during heavy rains. However, a properly maintained thatch roof is naturally water resistant and slanted to allow water to run off.  In order to slip off the roof, the animals would have to be lying on the outside—an unlikely place for an animal to seek shelter during a storm.
I was going to go to the outdoor pickle ball court, from now on referred to as PB but as the rain pounded down that was not on the books but there was a session at the indoor gym so I went there for over 2 hours and got a great workout and enjoyed the play!!!

This afternoon the rain stopped and I took advantage and took Boomer for a long walk..he walks really well and just down the street is this neat path


That leads to these nice ocean views!!!




I did some sorting of my stuff and now have this great photo of my Mum in my room.  this is a special photograph taken February 13th 1995 by my Dad on a balcony in Alberfurie Portugal.....sadly 18 hours later my Mum died in her sleep.....she was a wonderful woman in every sense of the word!!

This another photo I have in my room this was taken about 8 years ago in Maruta a small Mexican beach town on the west coast where the turtles return to lay their eggs....I was with my friends Paula and Jerry and one morning we went walking on the beach and came across this Mamma who we think was too tired from digging holes all night to lay her eggs and could not  return to the ocean..so Jerry and I carried her there and happily watched her swim away..I am guessing none many people can claim to have done that!!!


Finally a smile of the day!!


A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank." 

Passenger: “Who?" 

Cabbie: "Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time." 

Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody." 

Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy." 

Passenger: "Sounds like he was really something special." 

Cabbie: "There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and
 the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman could do everything right." 

Passenger: "Wow, what a guy!" 
Cabbie:
​"
He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman." 
Passenger: "How did you meet him?" 
Cabbie: “I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his wife.

Yashi Kochi!!
"

2 comments:

Dee Tillotson said...

You DO look like your Mum!

mexicokid said...

thanks les

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