First our weekly Nora report. There are only a few days left in Nora’s kennel rest and she has become more and more restless. The conversations have become heated (between her and I) about letting her out to join the family. And at times she brings out the big guns – her hunting howl. Anyone who has heard Nora’s hunting howl know that it can be piercing and there is one particular pitch that goes right to the nerve ends of the body. God only know what it does to any poor animal she might be tracking.
I mentioned how my dear Cecilia was the lucky recipient of one of the more treasured throws during this year’s Carnival season in New Orleans but sadly had not included pictures of her Krewe of the Muses shoe! Well Cecilia ain’t nothin’ if she ain’t a sharer. Those big celebrities with their Louboutin heels got nothing on her! Eat your heart out Emma Stone and company!
And just to prove that the Goddess of fortune smiles bright on her – here’s the one she got last year. Though if I know the lady the bespoke will have pride of place.
Our friend Cathleen sent a quick message on Tuesday afternoon inviting us over for a pancake dinner (not pictured above) which reminded me that in our family Mardi Gras was known as Pancake Tuesday. The official English title is Shrove Tuesday – the day when you go to confession to be shriven of your sins. The words “shirven” goes back to 10th century Old English “scrīfan” to prescribe. And it is a strange word that covers, you should excuse the expression, a multitude of sins: it can mean to hear confession, absolve and impose penance or to make confession, be absolved, and do penance. It all depends on who’s doing the “shroving”.
And why pancakes? It was a good, and tasty, way to use up the last of the winter provisions before the fasting that was to begin with Ash Wednesday and the forty days of Lent that followed.
Surprisingly none of us around the dinner table had been “shriven” but we did enjoy good old fashioned pancakes. However I’m not sure too many Medieval households would have had them topped with Cathleen’s wonderful pineapple preserves and coconut.
One of the reasons I have stayed clear of FaceBook over the six weeks is that I don’t want to get involved in all the political mudslinging that is going on. However, inevitably, the hydra of politics rears it’s ugly head in even the politest of conversations. As we
scarfed down ate our pancakes, followed by orange segments in citrus syrup, the subject of events municipal, provincial and federal came up. One of the guest’s observed that people enter politics for one or two of three possible reasons: Glory, Greed, and Good. Sadly it would seem that in all three levels here in Canada the first two vastly outweigh the third.
And we will leave the last word on this Spring Forward exercise when Spring is still two weeks away to our Nick.
March 9 is Barbie Day – on this day in 1959 the first Barbie doll made it’s appearance. If that is not enough today is also Panic Day.