Happy Pi Day! 3.14, that is. And another thing to divide us from our UK friends, where the joke doesn't work.
I remembered this recently when I got one of those scary official brown paper envelopes from the British gummint, telling me about something that will happen to my (so tiny, why do they bother) pension. It will happen, I thought, on December 4. Nice of them to give me so much notice, I thought. Then remembered, ah, brits count the date differently. They're telling me about something happening on April 12. In that case, a suitable period of advance notice. And they're increasing it, yay. So now it will buy TWO cups of coffee, well, can't complain.
And, not pies here, but a batch of raisin sort of scone things, I guess. Handsome Son visits this afternoon and I needed something to go with the statutory pot of tea
Then, since yesterday's reading and watching wasn't too inspiring, I thought I'd right the balance with this rattlin' good read, now a permanent resident on my Kindle, only way I could get it, the library having none of this writer's work.
Recommended by the Hatttatts, whose Hattatt blog, check it out is great to read and follow. And they're meticulous about returning the compliment, much appreciated.
Anyway, this writer is not only very entertaining, but a friend of theirs, and they were quite right in suggesting I read him, since I like Donna Leon and all her Venice based books involving police procedure, mysteries, danger, history, and the geography of Venice from the eyeview of someone who's lived there for ages.
The atmosphere comes across as it does in Leon, which is one of the great reasons for reading both writers. And the narrator has a humorous take on what's up. And there's mystery, and ancient wealth and all sorts of good ingredients. So there you have an unreserved recommendation.
I can not say the same for the godforsaken habit of changing the clocks twice a year. It's unsettling for days, when the light is all wrong for the time of day, and you're not hungry at the "right" times, and animals can't tell time, so their owners are being hauled around until they get used to it, and you have to show up for appointments all weird. And little kids get all upset. I see little advantage to it, and I don't care what they say about waiting for buses and farmers, I say shenanigans.
Also by the time I've got the kitchen wall clock down and reset, it's time to climb up and do it again.. My old car, a 99 Honda Civic, had a manually resetting clock, so I didn't bother changing it, since it took several pages of the owner's manual to do it. It also lost a bit of time as it went. So people would look at my car clock and I'd explain, no, it's one hour and seventeen minutes wrong, just think about it, it will come clear. At least it did to me. Then in the Fall, it would be about 23 minutes wrong, but nearer, anyway. Since I'm not running a nuclear reactor, or launching rockets, I don't need to be too exact.