Things just didn’t add up to have the party we planned—just too crazy right now. But we WILL have one. Just not on the day.
So I’ve gotten at least a dinner rez. And we’ll hope that wedding cake we saved is still edible.
Our anniversary…today
by CJ | May 17, 2015 | Journal | 39 comments
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Happy Anniversary!!!
Indeed. Even though it may be more low-key than desired, many felicitations, and enjoy your special day (and dinner!)
Happy Anniversary.
Low-key dinner with that special someone sounds just about ideal.
Then a party for two (or a few close friends) sounds good when you’re ready to let loose.
Very best wishes. That sounds super.
Happy Anniversary, indeed! One will hoist a glass (or two) of bubbly in your honor today.
Happy Anniversary!!!
The best anniversary celebration is with just the two of you. Happy anniversary!
A year already! Happy Anniversary C.J. and Jane! A quite dinner and cake sounds just right!
Felicitations!
Michael and I broke out a bottle of Latah Creek and are celebrating your day!
So what doe s it matter the day? I am just so happy it Works! Be happy and content!
Happy Anniversary! I believe important events deserve a week of celebration. That way you have enough time to do it up right.
Thank you all! We had a very nice dinner. And the wedding cake frozen since last year came out great!
Congratulations to you both on your anniversary
I think of you two, and of my daughter and her wife trying to have their babies, and I imagine Na Meras, ten years on. He is surrounded by wives and kittens/children. I feel so peaceful and happy for the all of you that I feel myself tearing up.
Happy anniversary, CJ.
Interesting thought, Tommie. On a much modified Legacy? Would Hilfy have literal or metaphorical kittens?
Both. I don’t want to think what Pyanfar might say… on the other hand, she might just say,”huh”.
They’d probably be much gossiped about by other clans, unless enough other hani spacers were starting to do likewise.
Would ker Hilfy, na Mera, et al. form a traditional hani marriage (one husband, several wives) and their children? Or would it be modified, not so traditional in some ways?
What happens when you have not one, but two hani males, whatever ages, on board? What happens on stations or ships when the hani males reach adolescence? Can’t really send ’em out to Hermitage right away.
And given there are at least three hani males we know of (na Kohan, na Khym, and the Protected-clan lord at Gaohn station master’s) who are all more self-controlled, sensible, reasoning men, then we know that this isn’t as uncommon as most hani, males and females, believe. We can guess too that whatever Hermitage is like, there also must be ways males cooperate. (By comparison, male lions sometimes form friendships or alliances in the wild, besides brothers or cousins.)
One of the things that always struck me was Hilfy’s lament, when she’s beginning to reconsider the issues, about how her young male cousin Dahan didn’t make it, either before he was old enough to go to Hermitage or after, because Dahan was more sensitive, less worldly-wise, or not so strong or lucky, and something happened. Ker Hilfy regretted it as a senseless loss of a good boy who could’ve grown up to be another man like na Kohan or na Khym.
So we then get that there’s a range of personalities or ways of living among hani males, even before ker Pyanfar and ker Hilfy go off and do such a radical thing as to see things need to change, besides the very practical matter of making sure hani clans, including males and children, not just the women, are out in space, to protect against any disaster hitting the homeworld…or the provincial old traditionalist ways of most hani.
Kittens? Somehow, cubs, as in lion cubs, sounds like it would fit in a joking way, but they’re always called kids, children, or teenagers in the stories. But maybe kits or kittens would be used as endearments too? Haha, so does some hani kid/teen, male or female, get nicknamed Kit or Cubby? 😀
Also, I got the feeling there are probably a number of things about how hani boys and menfolk behave that hani girls and women really don’t know much about.
There’s also the possibility in how some cats and lions will team up with one male acting as a mentor or big brother figure for another to show the younger one the ropes, or two around the same age may pair up, either as friends or more than friends, which does sometimes happen. A mentoring / hero-worship pattern might be not too uncommon for hani males. A pair of friends or related males might be common enough too. I’m not sure how common or well-received a pair of loving friends might be, but then again, given how hani males have to live on their own until they get a territory or clan, possibly it’s looked at differently, despite the extreme emphasis on being what humans would think of as hyper-masculine. I’m only speculating, and I’m not sure how my own ideas would fit actual hani, who are defined by the author. ;D
I’m very sure there must be stories of other spacing hani or downworld hani who get out into space, of ambitious or dreamer young hani or more adventuresome, not so traditional hani adults. What about those in-system hani or other jump spacers? heh, I might as well wish.
I’d love it if there were more Chanur and hani stories for us to read. I’d also enjoy seeing about the mahendo’sat and stsho and all, and whatever trouble those troublesome humans wind up in.
Note: Yep, it’s all sheer wishing and speculation on my part. I could be far off or right on target, but it’s just musings.
Note Also: Any weird typos are the fault of auto-incorrect, likely. It wants to do very odd things (hani -> hand, stsho -> stash) and so on. But then, it accepts starship but not starbase, and doesn’t want to take crewmate or shipmate, roommate but not bunkmate or housemate or townhome (townhouse, it insists)…and any number of other perfectly good English words. Then throw other languages mixed in at it and it gives up entirely (but insists on respelling it all). Throw science fiction words at it beyond Vulcan or Klingon or starship, and the poor thing collapses worse than an overworked computer Translator trying to make sense of non-hani (non-hank?) lingo. Gods and thunders only know what it’d do to something exotic like, oh, human spacer languages…. (“All our n-space R belongz to us?”)
Hmm…we seem to have gone on a hani tangent in the anniversary thread…. Curious, that.
Aside: Paul, I had completely dropped the ball on the files you’d sent some time back. I’m very sorry; very bad of me. I’ll look at the file dates, in case you hvve something more recent. Both my email addresses are still OK; the yahoo addy is still more reliable than the one at my own site with a major hosting provider, to my great frustration.
Oh, yes, there is more. 😉
But hani ships are not at all like Finity’s End. Pregnant crewmembers would lose their berth.
Congrats to both of you: enjoy each other’s company!
Separately, I am pleased to say that I have just wrapped up creating (and submitting for my college to review) an on-line version of my Language & Society course. My God, what an incredibly amount of work transposing an in-classroom course into a viable and interesting online one.
I know there will be more tweaking on it, but all the assignments, major “lectures” and other the main elements are set. Phew!
Not tonight, but in the next few evenings (ooh, maybe tomorrow evening), I shall finally start CJ’s new book. I’ve had it since maybe late March or early April but have been working on the damned course all that time and not daring to let myself get seriously side-tracked. Instead, I’ve contented myself with rereading the earlier books for maybe 10-20 minutes before bed many nights. Bren is about to go up to the station for the first time, Tabini has just informed him.
There is a person of great character od restraint!
I wish you both the happiest of anniversaries, CJ!
I had to chuckle at the frozen cake comment. When my wife and I were married, we had the perfect cake: 3 layers, Lladro statue on top, the works. We froze the top layer of our cake for the 1-year anni, just as you did. We moved three times that year (US Navy flight training, whaddya gonna do?) and were able to preserve said cake unsmashed, a fair accomplishment in itself (old Navy saying: “Three moves equals one fire.”)
Comes the Great Day, cake’s thawed, champagne uncorked, glasses and plates at the ready, Just Us Two. I apply knife to cake and press.
No go. Literally. Knife passes through the frosting but no further.
Hmm, must still be frozen.
Push a little harder. Nada.
What the?
Wife dabs a bit of the frosting, we share: yummy!
Smelling rat, I scrape off a larger swatch, exposing the “cake” underneath.
Yep. Styrofoam.
We still laugh about that one, 33 years later.