The Baby And The Bath Water

Have you ever wondered where the phrases you hear often come from? Do you find yourself repeating them, but you don’t know why?

Well, today is your lucky day because I found the origin of some popular phrases that may surprise you. It’s always fun to know the story behind the phrase, so sit back and be awe-inspired.

In the 1500’s, most people got married in June, because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, the sweet smell started to wear off, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide their body odor. Hence today’s custom of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water. When he was finished bathing, all the of the sons and other men in the household had their turn in the same water. Then the women had their turn and finally the children! Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty that you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."

Houses had thatched roofs with thick straw piled high and no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained, it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and off of the roof. Hence the saying, "It's raining cats and dogs."

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying,"dirt poor."

The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until when the door was opened, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying, “stepping over the threshold."

In those old days, people cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Everyday they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Sometimes people could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around, eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a "wake."

In England, the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and take the bones to a "bone house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."

Mountain Mondays

Mondays are mountain days. Days when we may fell like our head is on the chopping block. Perhaps days when we lose our head? It’s hard facing confinement when we were running free through wonderland not less than 48 hours ago.

Through some strange phenomenon, the work that was completely finished on Friday somehow gained momentum over the weekend and now sits in a massive mountain glaring at us.

If we try to ignore it, it gets bigger. If we try to deny it, it screams our name. Our head has to take the red eye flight from a weekend of frolicking to a week of work. Though work is a four letter word, it is one word, we can’t live without. The letters don’t work singularly, they work together.

I think I have figured out what happens in between the days/daze. When Monday rolls in, we have to snap back into our position as a worker. We compare the week with the weekend and therein lies the rub.

On Monday, we are narrating our glorious weekend tales in vivid detail to our friends/coworkers and by doing that reliving them. By mid week, we start replacing work images with weekend images which ironically allows us to get through the week, but this method doesn’t work on weekends.

During weekends, we expand our weekend images, but don’t dare replace them with week images. Okay, I confess that I am not a theorist, but the above theory works for me. My head is the home of potent stimuli and invention that rivals any Nobel Peace Prize winner and I in my infinite wisdom will one day prove it to you all. Maybe the Pulitzer Prize is more my speed? Or better yet, the Blogitzer? (Daydreams about all of the possibilities.)

In an effort to make your work day flow a little smoother, or just assist you in your daydreams, I will leave you with facts about the tallest mountain in the world; the one and only Mount Everest. Just knowing that my work isn’t piled as high as Everest, I can get through the week a lot easier; that is as soon as I stop daydreaming.

Mt. Everest was named for Sir George Everest in 1859, the British surveyor-general of India and it was once known as Peak 15.

The mountain, which is part of the Himalaya range in High Asia, is located on the border between Sagarmatha Zone, Nepal and China.

In Nepal, it is called, Sagarmatha (goddess of the sky.) Some Nepalis also say that Sagarmatha, literally means "head of the ocean" or "head of the sea."

Tibetans and Chinese call it Qomolangma, or Chomolungma, (mother goddess of the universe) after the goddess Jomo Miyolangsangma
Chomolungma.

Everest was formed about 60 million years ago and has an elevation of
29,028 feet, or 5 and a half miles above sea level. This is equivalent to the size of almost 20 Empire State Buildings.

The first ascent of the peak was by New Zealander Edmund Hillary and Nepali Sherpa Tenzing Norgay in 1953.

Mount Everest has two main climbing routes, the southeast ridge from Nepal and the northeast ridge from Tibet, as well as many other less frequently climbed routes. Of the two main routes, the southeast ridge is technically easier and is the more frequently used route. It was the route used by Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay in 1953 and the first recognized of fifteen routes to the top by 1996. This was, however, a route decision dictated more by politics than by design as the Chinese border was closed to foreigners in 1950 after the Chinese invaded Tibet.

As of 2003, more than 1,200 people from 63 countries, including 75 women, had scaled the peak. Some 211, including six women, climbed the mountain more than once. As of 2003, 175 people had died on Mount Everest; 42 while descending after reaching the summit.

By the end of the 2007 climbing season, there had been 3,679 ascents to the summit by 2,436 individuals. There have been 210 deaths on the mountain, where conditions are so difficult that most corpses have been left where they fell; some are visible from standard climbing routes. About 150 bodies have never been recovered.

Climbers range from experienced mountaineers to relative novices who count on their paid guides to get them to the top. This means climbers are a significant source of tourist revenue for Nepal, whose government also requires all prospective climbers to obtain an expensive permit, costing up to $25,000.

Most attempts are made during May before the summer monsoon season. As the monsoon season approaches, a change in the jet stream at this time pushes it northward, thereby reducing the average wind speeds high on the mountain. While attempts are sometimes made after the monsoons in September and October when the jet stream is again temporarily pushed northward, the additional snow deposited by the monsoons and the less stable weather patterns (tail end of the monsoon) makes climbing more difficult.

While conditions for any area classified as a death zone apply to Mount Everest, it is significantly more difficult for a climber to survive at the death zone on Mount Everest. Temperatures can dip to very low levels, resulting in frostbite of any body part exposed to the air. Because temperatures are so low, snow is well-frozen in certain areas and death by slipping and falling can also occur. High winds at these altitudes on Everest are also a potential threat to climbers. The atmospheric pressure at the top of Everest is about a third of sea level pressure, meaning there is about a third as much oxygen available to breathe as at sea level.

On May 8, 2008, the Olympic flame reached the top of Mount Everest, an emotional moment for China and the crowning of the Beijing Olympics torch relay.

See, work isn’t so bad is it? At least we don’t have to climb Mount Everest. We each have our own mountains to climb, so let us climb them with vigor and without hesitation. Let us climb them without looking back or looking down. If we climb them with strength and courage, we will get to the summit of life.

God grant me the serenity to accept the mountains I can not change, climb the mountains that I can and the wisdom to know the difference.