Thank you for fixing my spelling. I was just too sleepy to put in the care I should've. I was busy listening to the wind, and thinking about the sound. I'm wondering whether it has something to do with direction of the wind and the new cable rewiring.
And now I've got proofreading elves racing back and forth to the oven and devouring Pecan Sandies.
The wind was a definite Bain Sidhe. I had the meanest gym teacher in 7th grade named Cheryl Bain, and by gum, she lived her name. Bane she was.
"Banshee" is an acceptable spelling of "Bain Sidhe", a related word derived from it, or a translation into English (I'm not sure which). So I wasn't really fixing your spelling. But your LJ entry was probably the reason the word was rolling around my brain waiting to be played with and perverted.
Oh, and if the wind was in fact a Bain Sidhe, I think I know whose death (http://www.livejournal.com/users/evawhitley/54350.html) it was keening. *sigh*
Oh, that's right -- two authors gone. Fortunately, when it comes to writers, they leave an awful lot of themselves behind for others to discover or share later.
And plenty for the Bain Sidhes to howl about. I acted in "The Crucible" in high school. Just a minor, but I loved that play. I only read "Death of a Salesman" and a couple of other things. Much left behind, much to have missed.
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And now I've got proofreading elves racing back and forth to the oven and devouring Pecan Sandies.
The wind was a definite Bain Sidhe. I had the meanest gym teacher in 7th grade named Cheryl Bain, and by gum, she lived her name. Bane she was.
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