Gratuitous Dog Pic/ The Words

Gratuitous Dog Picture:
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This is Al taking a break during a Frisbee match.

I’ve been struggling with writing the ‘sailing’ parts of Book 3, mostly because:
1)I haven’t decided what type of yacht I have them sailing yet, and
2)Sailing has a lot of specific terminology, much of which I’ve forgotten since my sailing lessons of a few years ago.

In addition, I’m trying to think of terminology as how it would occur in Portuguese. OK, that’s a convoluted thought, but let me give you a couple of examples.

In English, a ship’s toilet is usually referred to as a head. This word isn’t used in Portuguese (although it does apply in terms of a sail…another usage of the word in English). That said, Marina can’t be confused over the toilet being referred to as the head because as far as I can tell, it’s referred to as a water closet in Portuguese.

In English, ships are often referred to as female. Not so in Portuguese, where ships are things, not generally anthropomorphized. I had to take this out of another story when I caught my main character referring to his ship as ‘she’…oops!

On top of this, there’s the whole set of sailing terms that I have to get right for English readers. Easy example: When you carry a rope onto a ship, it suddenly becomes a line. If you don’t call it a line, sailors will mock you. They know.

So I’m constantly debating terminology as I’m writing. Would a Portuguese person think/say that?

I know I’m going to get things wrong. I’m trying, but there are so many places for me to screw up…

(I’ve talked before about choosing to alter Portuguese naming conventions and I’m using Americanisms such as referring to the floor above the ground floor as the ‘second floor’, so I know I’m already far off base….)

The Prisoner of Airedales

Yes, once again we’re heading back into ‘winter’ weather*, another cold snap and freeze coming, followed by rain (and mud). (Penny is bored.)

The dogs, if they had their druthers, would stand outside in the rain the whole time. I don’t let them, mostly because in early spring when the bermuda grass hasn’t come in, it’s a muddy mess outside. And we have white tile on the first floor.

This is one of the reasons we’re looking at getting rid of the white tile. After 13 years of dogs tracking in Red Oklahoma Dirt, the white tile looks blotchy, and the grout looks terrible. We figure a darker tile with a redder cast and dark grout would go far in hiding the mud. With light walls and lots of windows, we don’t think darker tile will make the place look small. And my floors won’t constantly look dirty. They might -be- dirty, it just won’t be as apparent.

We’re looking at this replacement tile, using this small mosaic in the back entryway and normal 12x12s for the remaining hallways and the kitchen. (The other rooms in the public areas have that faux-wood).

Because this will require a wet saw, I am not going to tackle it myself. We’d actually pay a pro to do this. Still in the formative stages, but this will probably be the ‘summer project.’

*Winter as defined by Texas standards, not Minnesota standards.

The Prisoner of Airedales


I was recently looking back at puppy photos in my files, and came across this one of Al and Penny not long after we acquired them. I think they were just over 3 months in this pic.

Here Penny is contentedly killing the hedgehog. Al is giving the camera the crazy eye.

That should have been a warning to us that they were going to turn into this:
This is why we don’t leave them alone for hours on end. You think Al looks innocent in that pic? Catch the piece of foam on his chin.

The Prisoner of Airedales

Very often, the dogs think they’re being helpful. They’re not. Particularly when it comes to bedding. Above, Alwyn helps me sort the bedding into loads.

The dogs keep me moving, but they also keep me away from the keyboard. Because they’re still, in essence, puppies, I have to entertain them. I’m not working in my upstairs office because I have to let them in and out and in and out and in…ad nauseum.

But they’re still pretty good dogs, no matter their vexing qualities.