Sunday: Hili dialogue

February 15, 2015 • 7:38 am

Oy! It was nearly 70ºF (21ºC) in Mississippi yesterday, with lots of sun; it was like spring. But back here in Chicago it’s gray, bleak, and the temperature is in single digits. And I overslept—until 7:30—as I didn’t arrive home until 11 p.m. I am a bad person.

Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili makes her first good joke, and one that works very well in English but not Polish:

Cyrus: Little Miss Moses?
Hili: Nope, Bastet in the basket.

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In Polish:
Cyrus: Mojżeszówna?
Hili: Nie, Bastet w koszyku.

63 thoughts on “Sunday: Hili dialogue”

    1. O ‘tis. This is lovely: B A S T E T = what a darling goddess! http://www.tinyurl.com/qza6lx5 … … as deities go, that is.

      Not for her sometimes warring “protection” o’ southern Egyptian territories a few millennia or so ago — but more for her oversight there of pregnant women and other of its kittehs!

      Ri i i i ght.

      Cool dialogue !
      Blue

  2. Sleeping in after travelling is bad? I don’t think so.

    You also weren’t late for work or missed any important appointments (I presume).

    1. Jerry has high standards. He once told me I was a bad person for not polishing my boots. 🙂 My boots are nice and clean now and I protect them with the Bicks he recommended & I can easily wipe off the salt the accumulate from slush. I clearly told Jerry about my boots, wanting him to condemn me so I’d have the appropriate input to make me get over my guilty dirty boot shame.

      1. So you make up for poor willpower by shifting it to shame? 🙂

        You couldn’t help yourself.

        1. Guilt and shame permeates everything I do. I suspect that all my successes and failures can be traced back to my guilt and shame. 🙂 And yes, no choice – my brain and my upbringing has shaped me.

        1. Yeah, my car hasn’t had a bath since the summer. I swear the salt on it jumps on me as I’m covered in salt just by walking in my car’s close vicinity.

          The only relief the poor car got in getting the salt off it was Friday when there was a dusting of snow & I wiped it off the body of it. This cleansed the dastardly salt underneath the winter snow blanket and prevented it from viciously adhering to my clothes!

          2. I have my all season car rust protected with oil and whatever carcinogen they use. I need to have it touched up each year. Without it, my car would be rusted from the bottom and in the wheel wells. You can tell a car from a salty area as inside the hood, there is rust on all the metal parts and pitting in the aluminum parts.

            My roadster has never seen salt as I bought it from Norh Carolina and I store it in the winter. The salesman clinched the deal (I bought it in Canada, used) when he showed me the clean, rust free metal parts under the hood.

          3. Whoever owned the Mustang before me at some point let those little drain holes at the bottom of the doors get clogged up at one point…that’s where the worst of the body rot was. Jeff has all the requisite new sheet metal in on the right (passenger’s) side and, by now, should be making good headway on the remaining stuff on the left side.

            He’s doing a great job. By the time he’s done, the car really is going to be better than it was when it first rolled off the assembly line almost 51 years ago. Substantially better, in fact…the suspension is all new polyurethane parts, the brakes are cross-drilled slotted-rotor discs that might not even have existed then, the wheels are single-piece aluminum modern versions of the hotrod wheels that were just then coming out, the engine’s going to have components that were state-of-the-art at the time, a transmission that racers would have dreamed of, and so on. Not to mention all the little details like a metric fuckton of insulation anywhere it’ll fit, modern paint, modern radial tires as wide as will physically fit in the wells, and overall an awful lot more personal attention to detail than any mass-production assembly line could ever afford.

            I can barely wait….

            b&

          4. I hear horror stories of the drain holes getting plugged up in my roadster but when you fiddle with them, you can do damage as well. I just make sure it drains properly in rain and leave it alone. Leaves, btw are the big culprit.

          5. Jeff is going to make up a maintenance schedule for me that I’ll put in my calendar so my phone can remind me…and I’m going to make sure I do everything at least once to his satisfaction before doing it by myself. I’ve never owned a car like this before. For that matter, the Camper is the only other car I’ve ever owned….

            b&

  3. The forecasted high today is -18C. Right now, my outside thermometer shows a temperature of -25.8C.

    Friday, I pulled into the parking lot at work and knew instantly that I would be taking the shuttle bus instead of walking 15 minutes as soon as the air hit my skin. It was -24C with wind and even though I had a long down jacket on, hat, mitts, boots, I could feel the cold through my coat & my nose instantly froze inside.

    The upside is that it is nice and sunny! The night sky teases me in its clearness. I’d love to take out my telescope but I also don’t want to freeze to it.

    1. My husband, tonight: “Well, I learned why you shouldn’t pump gas when it’s 10 below zero!”

      Me: Why?

      H: My hand got stuck to the gas pump.

      Me: OMG! Weren’t you wearing gloves?

      H: No. I should have been.

      Me: (With eye roll & smile) Men!

      H: Yeah, men.

      Me: (Monster-truck announcer voice) Macho gas pumpers!

      H: No, it wasn’t that. They were on the front seat. I just forgot to put them on.

      Me: OK, then. Clueless gas pumpers!

      1. Haha, I could see that happening to me. I almost touched a metal rail while walking and donning my gloves on Friday. That could have still been there.

  4. What a cute basket cat! Does she also like to claw at it? My old cats used to attack anything wicker.

    (Psst, Jerry, Sundays are FOR sleeping in)

    1. I actually find hot temperatures worse than cold ones. Here we get both but neither for overly long periods of time.

        1. You would hate the snow after a while, especially when you’ve spent hours shovelling it only to be ploughed in by a snow plough. And you do this every morning before work.

          Then you come out of work and clean off your car before you go, then drive home, trying not to be killed on the icy roads.

          I swear I was ready to lose it last year with all the snow we had.

          Bob & Doug are right about this.

  8. And I overslept—until 7:30—as I didn’t arrive home until 11 p.m. I am a bad person.

    This is an outrage! Usually, by this time in the morning I at least have a Hili dialogue and some amaz… er uh some lovely pictures to enjoy with my coffee.

    I want my money back! Oh, wait, right. WEiT is free. And like everyone PCC deserves to sleep in now and then.

    1. I’d be surprised and rather smug if I was actually awake enough at 7.30 am on a Sunday morning to do anything other than turn over and bury myself under the pillows again.

      I don’t do guilt about sleeping in.

      1. Yep, I can do blanket and pillow-burying in the morning pretty well too. The only other thing I can do is make coffee.

      2. I wish I could sleep in. Without an alarm clock, I wake up by 5 AM every morning. The only time I sleep in to 7:30 is if I stay up to 2 AM.

        I am usually at the gym before 6 AM and making coffee back at home at 7 AM.

        1. I envy those with morning workout abilities. I’ve never gotten the knack and my legs are always too tight in the morning for a good run.

          1. Yes, 0.7 miles. Gated community has a fitness center behind the clubhouse. I should walk there and back but it is dark at 5:45 AM.

            It feels funny to drive one minute, work out for an hour and get drenched with sweat, then drive one minute back.

          2. That’s one of the big reasons I’m such a fan of bodyweight exercises…no gym? No problem! Too cold outside to walk across the courtyard to the exercise room? Well, that’s no excuse, either. Feeling too lazy to get dressed? That’s fine. Whatever you’re wearing, if anything, will do.

            b&

          3. I force my exhausted ass to walk the 15 minutes and 3km to my car after work instead of waiting for the shuttle bus. When it was -20C or so with wind chill, I did take a short cut through the woods to stop the wind from blowing the flesh clean off my face. It was down hill but icy and snowy. I did fall on my tired ass once but happily no one was behind me to witness it.

          4. I shudder to think of temperatures so cold that a fifteen minute walk is daunting and treacherous. I’m also having a difficult time warping my brain ’round the thought of working someplace so huge that it’s a fifteen minute commute by foot after you’ve already driven there.

            Of course, I type this on my laptop at the dinner table adjacent to the kitchen, less than fifteen feet away from the office and its iMac, with both front and back doors wide open to let the 70°F / 21&degC gentle breeze waft through. (With, of course, the security doors closed to keep Baihu from wafting….)

            …if it makes you feel better, we’re almost certainly less than a month away from our first 100°F / 38&degC day of the year. Fortunately, the ten-day forecast has highs within a degree or two either way of 80&F / 27°C all the way out…and, believe me: I’m going to enjoy every single minute of it while it lasts. Which won’t be anywhere near long enough….

            b&

          5. I’m looking forward to this time next month when we may only get one more snow storm! 🙂

        4. I’m jealous! I need 10 hours sleep to feel awake which means I’m usually drowsy to down right exhausted most of the time. My dad has a friend in Italy that basically works two jobs – one as a chef and that’s his second job – because he only needs about 4 hours sleep.

          1. I have been getting little sleep since before college, 45+ years ago. I used to boast that I got eight hours of sleep…per semester.

          2. Ten hours is luxurious for me. I’m fine with eight but prefer nine. Much less than eight and I start to get into trouble, though. Only four and I’m basically incompetent. I could pull it off for a day or so in some dire urgency, but it better be truly dire.

            b&

          3. …Only four and I’m basically incompetent.

            drum roll, please….
            How do you tell the difference?
            Bada Bing! 😉

          5. Yeah a couple of days I had five hours because my brain thought it was a good idea to end my sleep cycle early. I pretty much have missing time from those days. I figure my brain is pretty handy at shuttling my body around without needing my consciousness. I just hope I didn’t buy any weird stuff on the Internet or promise anything at work.

          6. I just hope that wasn’t the time that you promised to come to Arizona to give a lecture / demonstration on proper toilet paper installation techniques….

            b&

      4. I’ve been pretty pleased with myself for waking up around 7:30 am yesterday and today. Of course, I fell asleep on the couch at 9:30 PM.

  9. I always get up at 6 to feed the cats but do not always stay up. That’s really my only job.

  10. Cute photo!

    It feels like -34C now. Later around -39C because of the wind. Had to put on long pants instead of cavorting in shorts and t-shirt, inside all day long.

    1. It was in the high 70sF in NorCal today. Nothing to brag about, though: heading to Lake Tahoe tomorrow for a vacation we planned last year: no snow for the kiddies to play in, and if we decide to go sledding we’ll have to take the $35 gondola to a ski resort and pay to ride on the man-made stuff.

      Shorts and flip-flops are nothing to complain about at brunch, but I’d rather have seasonally-appropriate weather. It’ll be water rationing for us this summer, for sure.

      2. You reminded me of the coldest night I can ever remember spending, in the summer on the shores of Lake Tahoe. In a tent, in a sleeping bag, fully dressed in all the clothes (including jacket and hiking shoes and what-not) I had been wearing during the day, and still shivering.

        b&

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