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Mar. 21st, 2005 08:25 pmI've been very quiet here of late. Horribly busy, is mainly why, and also feeling a bit crap (the I Don't Deserve To Post To Livejournal Because I Haven't Finished A Novel Or Taken Out The Compost flavour). But this is me snapping out of it. I think.
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Yeah, spring. That was nice. Pissed rain all day today, of course. Ah well.
I was thinking about "spring" and "earrach" and "Frühling" and "printemps" and "primavera", and wondering why they aren't more alike. The only ones that have anything at all in common are the French and Italian, and even they are quite different. I'd love to know where "earrach" comes from - is it related to something Scandinavian, does anyone know? What's the Latin for spring? The Greek? Is there just something I'm missing?
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Also on the word front, last week's scholarly nerd points were spent being amused that Middle Irish had the same word (cana, cano) for "whelp" and "minor poet".
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Also on the scholarly nerd front, I applied for my own job last week. (Long story. Briefly, I've been managing my office in an acting capacity for almost two years, and now they're formalising it. With lashings of academic politics, needless to say, which is always ... um ... nice.) The interview is on Thursday. Wish me luck, if you're so inclined...
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Meanwhile, the explosive nappy saga just ran and ran (ha ha). Between one thing and another, we were seen by a total of three GPs and one paediatrician, all of whom said, in various ways, "he's clearly thriving, so this is not a bug - it's just a thing some kids get - he'll grow out of it". The sample we sent to the lab also came back clear of everything they thought to look for. He has what's known as "toddler's diarrhoea", which is pretty much an IDK syndrome,* from what I can find out. Not worrying, anyway, which is the main thing.
So the paediatrician gave us what he called the "paper blessing", and the crèche took Oisín back, and they've stopped ringing me every time he poos. And I know they have to be cautious (apparently diarrhoea can rip through a roomful of babies in half a day...), but it is galling that
niallm and I had to take about six days' annual leave between us, and spend the guts of €300, to be told exactly what the very first GP who saw Oisín said.
Still, all's well that ... oh whatever.
* I Don't Know [but I'm the medical profession so I can't admit it]
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In cheerier news, and speaking of
niallm, it's a book! The coolness.
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Here ends my candidate for Most Rambling Post Ever. Toodle-pip.
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Yeah, spring. That was nice. Pissed rain all day today, of course. Ah well.
I was thinking about "spring" and "earrach" and "Frühling" and "printemps" and "primavera", and wondering why they aren't more alike. The only ones that have anything at all in common are the French and Italian, and even they are quite different. I'd love to know where "earrach" comes from - is it related to something Scandinavian, does anyone know? What's the Latin for spring? The Greek? Is there just something I'm missing?
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Also on the word front, last week's scholarly nerd points were spent being amused that Middle Irish had the same word (cana, cano) for "whelp" and "minor poet".
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Also on the scholarly nerd front, I applied for my own job last week. (Long story. Briefly, I've been managing my office in an acting capacity for almost two years, and now they're formalising it. With lashings of academic politics, needless to say, which is always ... um ... nice.) The interview is on Thursday. Wish me luck, if you're so inclined...
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Meanwhile, the explosive nappy saga just ran and ran (ha ha). Between one thing and another, we were seen by a total of three GPs and one paediatrician, all of whom said, in various ways, "he's clearly thriving, so this is not a bug - it's just a thing some kids get - he'll grow out of it". The sample we sent to the lab also came back clear of everything they thought to look for. He has what's known as "toddler's diarrhoea", which is pretty much an IDK syndrome,* from what I can find out. Not worrying, anyway, which is the main thing.
So the paediatrician gave us what he called the "paper blessing", and the crèche took Oisín back, and they've stopped ringing me every time he poos. And I know they have to be cautious (apparently diarrhoea can rip through a roomful of babies in half a day...), but it is galling that
Still, all's well that ... oh whatever.
* I Don't Know [but I'm the medical profession so I can't admit it]
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In cheerier news, and speaking of
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Here ends my candidate for Most Rambling Post Ever. Toodle-pip.