Did someone say something about Spring?
Master brought the snow back with Him.
Every 4 years THE HAT comes out to be worn for two weeks.
It’s the same version of the 2010 Winter Olympics Hat that Lindsey Vonn was photographed in during Vancouver…and sits in a small NYC apartment, unused, except for 14 days every 4 years.
After 20,160 minutes*3 Olympics…it needs dry cleaning.
Beyond wearing the hat, dievca tries to watch as many Olympic Sporting Events as she can. Including:
- The amazing talented and in-shape Norwegian Skiers
- Women’s Hockey Gold Medal Game
- American Women winning the CC Team Sprint
- The Dutch Speed Skating Powerhouses
- Nathan Chen falling apart, then getting it together.
- North Korean Cheerleaders
- Etc., Etc., Etc.
- As dievca writes this, speed skating is on.
Something beyond watching the Olympic Games at home and with friends, has been the media posts:
Lindsey Vonn lost to this Snowboarder turned Downhill Skier, Ester Ledecka, from the Czech Republic, who celebrated with KFC:
Other fantastic Tweets:
CHLOE KIM – 17 Year Old Snowboard Gold Medalist
TRAVEL ADVISORY FROM THE GERMAN FOREIGN OFFICE:
AND FIGURE SKATING’S ADAM RIPPON WAS ON FIRE:
MORE ADAM TWEETS HERE:
So as dievca packs to get to her Dad, tomorrow — THE HAT will be taken off and placed in the dry cleaning pile. Wearing THE HAT and watching the 2018 PyeongChang Winter Olympics has brought a lot of Joy to dievca during a rough two-week period. Isn’t it ridiculous how silly things can make one so happy. Ah, well…I am a simple dievca. 😘
Flying in, I hear that the anti-seizure drip kicked in – much better than having to make a breathing tube decision. Especially when your Dad emphatically stated “no tubes”…
I arrive and drive straight to the hospital. It’s 9:30 pm on a Saturday in the Midwest, the emergency room is almost empty and I have to wander through a labyrinth to find the Neuro ICU.
…arriving to someone who can open his eyes and someone who can’t get their words out, but knows where the toilet is and gets the message across clearly by sliding to the edge of the bed, then stands/walks (shuffles) with moderate+ help and does the bm business well in a semi-private mode. (my Dad will kill himself not to use a pan, apparently) Things are looking up!
It reminds me of M being sick and being so happy when he had a moment, too. It’s a basic action in Life that sets the tune for self-care in sickness and in health.
non-sexual gratification via scat
Now, as I look out on 6+ inches (15.2 cm) of new snow and drinking coffee, I’m devising a plan for getting my Mom “with it”.
Argh! I just realized it’s still snowing. OMG, my Dad still has my snowblower from when I lived in the Midwest. Time to ask for neighborly help with clearing the driveway.
dievca’s reference to “scat play” is something she and Master are not into – but BM’s are a part of our health and something dievca is learning to be fascinated with in regards to health….a fact of a healthy Life.
If you were curious about scat play in regards to BDSM, here’s information via Wiki:
Coprophilia (from Greek κόπρος, kópros—excrement and φιλία, philía—liking, fondness), also called scatophilia or scat (Greek: σκατά, skatá-feces),
is the paraphilia involving sexual arousal and pleasure from feces. In the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), published by the American Psychiatric Association, it is classified under 302.89 – Paraphilia NOS (Not Otherwise Specified) and has no diagnostic criteria other than a general statement about paraphilias that says “the diagnosis is made if the behavior, sexual urges, or fantasies cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning”. Furthermore, the DSM-IV-TR notes, “Fantasies, behaviors, or objects are paraphilic only when they lead to clinically significant distress or impairment (e.g. are obligatory, result in sexual dysfunction, require participation of non-consenting people, lead to legal complications, interfere with social relationships)”.
Although there may be no connection between coprophilia and sadomasochism (SM), the limited data on the former comes from studies of the latter. A study of 164 men in Finland from two SM clubs found that 18.2% had engaged in coprophilia; 3% as a sadist, 6.1% as a masochist, and 9.1% as both. 18% of heterosexuals and 17% of homosexuals in the study pool had tried coprophilia, showing no statistically significant difference between heterosexuals and homosexuals. In a separate article analyzing 12 men who engaged in bestiality, an additional analysis of an 11-man subgroup revealed that 6 had engaged in coprophilic behavior, compared with only 1 in the matched control group consisting of 12 SM-oriented males who did not engage in bestiality.
The light shines on the City as dievca finally finishes moving.
Photo: dievca NYC 01/2018
Explosive cyclogenesis (also called a weather bomb, meteorological bomb, explosive development, or bombogenesis) refers in a strict sense to a rapidly deepening extratropical cyclonic low-pressure area.
“Bomb cyclones” or “weather bombs” are wicked winter storms that can rival the strength of hurricanes and are so-called because of the process that creates them: bombogenesis. It’s a mouthful of a meteorology term that refers to a storm (generally a non-tropical one) that intensifies very rapidly.
Can you get a cold upon a cold? Yes. Does it make you sound sexy? Not Really.
Should you get out of the apartment during a snowstorm? Yes.
Should you shovel? No.
Yesterday, dievca woke up to a little bit of snow. In her Midwestern Winter superior tones she texted Master who was in charge of shoveling an elderly friend’s stoop/sidewalk to say, “These sissy NY-ers, they get all wound up about a little snow!”
Later in the morning dievca walked to work:
It ended up a pretty good snowstorm! 10th Ave with the new construction was a Wind Tunnel.
And dievca was happy she wasn’t around to help Master shovel. she did her duty at her Parent’s house the week before. Good news, Master didn’t throw His back out. XO
But I don’t live in Wisconsin…
It’s cold. No, it’s not Montana, North Dakota, Canada cold – but it’s enough to worry about windchill when you ride a bike to work and the wind comes off the river and whips through the buildings. dievca was pedalling at a standstill today.
This chart is her friend:
Today’s (Thursday’s) temps in Celsius were -11C (low) to -7.22C (high) winds running at 5-10 mph with gusts at 22 mph. Fahrenheit 12F (low) to 19F (high). It will continue to be cold through the New Year.
dievca’s ride is less than 30 minutes, so she has been good. But, it makes for tears, frozen breath, and ridiculous-looking layered outfits. When its cold, fashion goes out the window….
Apparently that is the theme, this week, safety first.
Here are dievca’s cold weather standbys:
dievca wishes you luck and stay warm.
Traditional Christmas Eve luminarias are said to originate from the merchants of Spain. They were impressed with Chinese paper lanterns and decided to make their own version when they returned to New Spain; particularly during the Christmas season.
Luminarias are made from brown paper bags partially filled with sand to weigh them down and hold a candle. The bags are then illuminated from within by a lit candle. The bags are sometimes arranged in rows to create large and elaborate displays. Sometimes they line the sides of a driveway or sidewalk. The hope among Roman Catholics is that the lights will guide the spirit of the Christ child to one’s home.
Every year, dievca and her Dad would battle the Midwest snow, wind, rain, etc. to put the luminarias down the driveway. Some years it was gorgeous and worked well and others ~ a messy disaster. It was always attempted to make dievca’s Mother happy. “If Momma ain’t happy, ain’t no ‘body happy.”
I guess dievca could line her fire escape with the luminaria, but it wouldn’t be the safest thing — falling through the slats… Instead, she will light her candles to welcome Christmas with about 10 friends. Buddhist, Jewish, Agnostic, Catholic – doesn’t matter – its sharing. Some friends will stop for a drink, others will stay until they head out to Midnight Mass – but all are without Family on Christmas Eve – so we make our own.
You are welcome to join us.
Just look for dievca’s candlelight to guide your way.