March 19th, 2008

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Personal note; yesterday...

Yesterday was quite a day....

We've had eight inches of rain since Monday night, and it's still raining this morning, but they tell us that it will stop by this afternoon, and I hope they're right. When rain gets this heavy, our well water gets sandy, the cartridge in the well that filters out that sand gets choked, and suddenly we have almost no water pressure ... which is why I haven't showered or done the laundry. Our pot of coffee this morning was made with bottled water, because the choice was bottled water or sandy water. If the wind that's howling outside right now dies down, George will be able to put a new filter cartridge in the well, and showers and laundry will once again be possible. I am hoping.

By suppertime yesterday I was a mess, and not just because I hadn't been able to shower. We had nonstop racket all day yesterday ..... rain pouring down on the roof, a constant rumble of thunder alternating with the occasional thunderclaps, and the river roaring at the top of its lungs ... and it finally got to me. I did a lot of whining about it at the dinnertable -- very tacky dinnertable behavior on my part -- which had no effect on the racket whatsoever.

And I did notice that my note yesterday morning, which should have referred to "the biological-gender-and-caregiving-interface" referred instead to "the biological-gender-and-caretaking-interface" -- but since risking the computers to the storms was out of the question I couldn't go back and edit that. Leading me to the realization that there are actually two lexical gaps, one for each of those chunks, and got me thinking about the semantic difference(s) between "caretaking" and "caregiving" and the fact that "a caretaker" is usually an individual who looks after things -- like houses and grounds and museums -- while a "caregiver" is usually an individual who looks after human beings or other animals. And the fact that we're short a lot of vocabulary in that semantic domain.

On the other hand, our satellite tv signal hung on long enough to let me watch all of Barack Obama's speech, which is an experience that I will never forget, and for which I am deeply grateful. I was also grateful when we lost the satellite right in the middle of Pat Buchanan's attempt to tell all us viewers why he found parts of that magnificent speech "grating"; I thought that was a tasteful place for the signal to quit.


Tomorrow I'll be at my dentist's office, if we can get our car to navigate the drive to the road, which is now a tapestry of gullies and ravines.

And then, Providence willing, perhaps life will return to something closer to normal for at least a few days. Normal that lasts all the way through Easter Sunday would be nice; I'd like that.