Actually, I’m not. Everyone who knows me knows for sure and certain that I am not perfect and don’t pretend to be. Still, I wish my friends could be better examples for me.
This week’s words are mostly in the ‘a’ section of the dictionary. I love learning new words and hope you do, too.
- absquatulate: when it’s funny that someone leaves in a hurry, you can say they absquatulated. So, I guess the definition is a laughable leaving.
- acerbic: this word usually refers to someone’s speech. For example, his acerbic wit. Think acidic or sour, sharp, biting words.
- alacrity: brisk and cheerful readiness. The students changed into their Halloween costumes with alacrity. (So would I for a plastic pumpkin full of candy.)
- animus: hostility, ill wishes, evil thoughts. He prepared the noose with more than the usual animus. (Think animosity.)
- conker: I couldn’t resist this one (I tossed anthelmintic in its favor.) A conker would be an acorn if it fell from an oak tree instead of a horse chestnut tree. Since I’ve never seen a horse chestnut tree or a conker either, for that matter, I shall leave you to enjoy this post and go look up images of conkers and horse chestnut trees.
While I try to write in my journal every day, the truth remains that I don’t even write in it every week. Today I was especially grateful for a plastic canister full of sugar that didn’t break when it crashed onto the floor. The lid didn’t even come off! Tiny blessings are sometimes the most profound ones. I also mentioned that my beautiful daughter helped me make delicious sweet tea. (I must admit the crashing sugar was entirely my fault.)
2. I have wanted irises the same color of purple that my grandmother (Ma) had since my parents dug up and got rid of Ma’s iris bed when I was a third grader. I haven’t been able to find them anywhere. The iris tubers that I’ve found are either too dark or too light or too many colors. On to the good news. Remember I was headed to a Cousins Reunion? My cousin Patti happened to know where some descendants of Ma’s irises were still stubbornly clinging to life. I am delighted to report that a few of those lovely purple connections to my past are now happily planted in the corner of my yard. THANK YOU, PATTI!
3. I am grateful that I got to spend time with my sister Bonnie while she was gracing the state of Oklahoma with her inimitable presence. For that I must thank my brother Don who loaned her a vehicle. For that I must thank my friend Rodney for loaning Don a vehicle so Don could loan his to Bonnie. Way to go Rodney! Reminds me of the poem, For the Want of a Horseshoe Nail.
4. For the want of a nail the shoe was lost.
for the want of a shoe, the horse was lost.
for the want of a horse, the rider was lost
for the want of a rider, the message was lost.
For the want of he message the battle was lost
for the want of the battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
I’m grateful for poems no one author can claim. This poem is one example of that. Sundry variations spring from every culture and people.
My truck broke down. While it was in the shop a friend loaned me his Miata convertible. I was in Tulsa Monday and Tuesday of last week. I could say that I was driving home, but that would be an understatement. I had the top down and was singing at the top of my lungs. I wasn’t speeding much. I didn’t have to speed. The speed limit was 75.
Yes, you’re right. Even at 75 miles per hour, I am much too pale to have been sitting in the sun that long. The thought really stayed in my mind for a long time. “This is going to hurt tomorrow! It feels great today.” My face is peeling–not pretty!
Back to the jealousy. I passed a two-toned pickup truck. You know the kind. The cab is one color and the bed is another, entirely different color. The tailgate particularly caught my attention because it matched most of the cab. I think the driver’s door matched the bed. It was closer to the orange of the bed than it was to the blue of the cab.
I was jealous because he was in a truck and I was not. Did I mention that I was in a wonderful mood? I was surprised by jealousy. I was offended that I was jealous of that ratty old truck! So, I turned it into a song. It’s terribly funny. I made fun of me for being envious of his tail gate. Tail gates are extremely useful. The song mentions a few of them. I think Toby Keith could take the song to #1. If you know Toby, have him contact me. If it doesn’t make it to the top ten, he won’t owe me a dime in royalties. (At least that’s my plan of the moment.)
Cruisin along in my pick-em-up truck Laughing at your ’cause your ride really sucks. You should have thought ‘fore you signed on that line Tail gate envy hurts every time.
You get the drift. There’s much more, but it is still a work in progress. Aren’t we all works in progress?
Blessings to you and yours
Be good to people. Most of them are hurting.