Pedantic n: excessively concerned with minor details or rules;
I have realised that as I’m ageing I am becoming pedantic. I find myself correcting the newscasters – who instead of whom; less instead of fewer, have two choices instead of a choice, split infinitives, etc etc.
While at the hospital recently I saw a message on the wall that said if you are a woman and between the ages of 17 to 65 – or some such ages, I drew my daughter’s attention to the mistaken use of to instead of and. She responded with the question did I understand what was being transmitted. Of course I answered yes but it still worried me. Well that’s what it’s all about isn’t it?
Then later in the week, when just thinking about nothing in particular, it came to me that I was becoming pedantic. The English language and the way it was used was very important in our lives growing up. Both parents, but my Father in particular, were very aware of the way we used English and because of this I guess i have continued to be very aware of language.
So now I am making a definite move to change. I know it won’t be easy but ….
Change is the law of life.
And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.
John F. Kennedy
And for no other reason than because I love it. –
“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world“.
If only I were able to wear those heels!
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IT’S SATURDAY DID YOU FORGET ME?
Since my licence has been suspended for six months and I so cannot drive, my son has been picking me up on a Saturday morning to take me home for the weekend. This is after he finishes work as Night Manager in a local hotel. It entails my being up and ready to leave at 7.40 am. That’s really early for a retired woman.
Once I slept in and was in the shower when he arrived so kept him waiting for a time. So now I set the alarm and
jump climb out of bed at around 6.45 so that I can be ready for him. Usually when we speak during the week one of us comments on the Saturday arrangement. This week neither of us did and consequently my son didn’t arrive to pick me up. So here I am dressed and ready but with nowhere to go. I’ll use this unexpected time for ….what?
Never mind. My son was very apologetic when I called him at 8am and he is going to pick me up tomorrow instead, but at a more reasonable time of 12 noon. So back to reading and writing for me.
“I’ve been thinking Hobbes”
“On a weekend?”
“Well, it wasn’t on purpose”
― Bill Patterson 1958 –
American cartoonist, author of the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes
And because Ive just discovered Bill Watterson and Calvin & Hobbes I have included this.
Have a great weekend.
Do you ever do something and wonder what you were thinking of? And even though you know what you were thinking of it doesn’t make it any better.
Shortly after I moved in with The Architect I changed from using Microsoft to Apple. My Christmas present from him was a top of the range, very large Apple iMac desktop. I had an iPhone for manny years then a month after that Christmas I bought an iPad. So there I was with three Apples all communicating via Blue Tooth and so it seemed sensible to invest in an Apple laptop. So a couple of weeks ago I decided to bite the bullet and buy one.
Over the past many months, even before I thought of buying a new laptop, I had been copying files from the old laptop to the Apple iMac. So when my son suggested that he put the Toshiba on Trade Me (our version of E- Bay) I agreed.
At the weekend he picked it up and checked that I had copied everything I needed off it and proceeded to clear the hard drive. Oh yes, you have guessed. Today when I was looking for something on the computer I realised that I hadn’t saved any of the work from my years as a Life Coach. All the programmes I devised and the courses I had run are now whiling away the time in the ether.
Well I have nobody to blame but me – and as I have spent years advising my clients that what we say to ourselves is what we believe. So no – I’m not stupid . I really believed that everything on that Toshiba .was backed up. Well we all make mistakes and what is the expression about crying over spilt milk.
I’ll probably never need any of that material again but wouldn’t it have been nice to look at occasionally, just to see what I had achieved. Oh well – back to the drawing board.
“Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.”
Sophia Loren, Italian Actress, 1934-
“She had always wanted words, she loved them;
grew up on them.
Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.”
― Michael Ondaatje 1943 –
from “The English Patient”
Those of you who have read some of my earlier posts know that I too love words. My father shared his love of words and reading with his three young daughters and in turn, I have shared with my children.
I love it when I come across a new word and this week in reading a book published in 1950 “To Love and Be Wise” by Josephine Tey I came across several words previously unknown to me. I’d like to share a few with you.
- Farouche – Marked by shyness and lack of social graces
- Euphony – Being pleasing to the ear, harmonious
- Imperceptive – Unaware, obtuse **
- Distrait – Distracted or absent minded
- Excoriated – Censured scathingly
- Pertinacity – Stubbornly tenacious
- Alienist – Pyschiatrist
- (Mental) dyspepsia – ill humour
- Imperturbable – hard to disturb or upset **
** The meanings of these two words were easily worked out by this raging mind but the rest were certainly new.
It’s very interesting to see how different words were used in an earlier time – 66 years ago. But I don’t think I shall be using any of these words in my writing. I just love the sound of them all.
And of course, though not a new word to me, loquacious was chosen by Tara at Thin Spiral Notebook as the word for this weeks 100 Word Challenge.
Have you come across any new words recently that you’d like to share?
And now I am spending the afternoon and evening with my son and his family. it’s a beautiful sunshiny day and I am sitting out on the deck enjoying this winter weather and waiting for the others to join me..
New Year’s Day 2016
Wow it’s Saturday again. Time for Six Word Saturday
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IS LIFE BETTER WITH A G&T?
Amongst the things they tell you to avoid following brain injury, is alcohol.
It’s an accepted fact that I’m not a great drinker – my late husband used to say I was the cheapest drunk in Wellington – 2 drinks and I was ready to leave the party. But just occasionally, on a lovely Saturday afternoon like today’s I would really love a cold G&T. That would make my day complete I’m sure.
Sitting with laptop on lap (where else) and another cup of tea beside me, I know what is missing is the G&T.
Nobody gives any indication on when alcohol may once again be consumed and so I am not going there, as they say (who says?). So until “they” say I can have the odd drink – is Gin & Tonic odd? – I’ll sip my tea and give thanks that I am able to do so. After such an accident I could well have been left unable to enjoy tea in the sun.
And of course, as I have said before I’m English So I Drink Tea
“You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity.
I’ll take grace. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’ll take it. ”
This week’s 100 word Challenge from Tara at Thin spiral notebook calls upon us to use the word Loquacious in a story in 100 words. But this week she is adding an extra twist – the story must be in exactly 100 words but it must also be in only one sentence.
Quite a challenge. Well, today Microsoft is playing games. I finished my story with the exact number of words and sentences to find it all disappear into the ether. So what is it about me and computers?
Anyway – here is my second attempt:
If I had known just how loquacious she was I would never have agreed
to sit beside her on the train journey to the weekend retreat;
all through the journey she regaled me with talk about her awful husband,
her children and grandchildren taking no notice of the changes in scenery
that flew past the window or of the climate changes that could be seen on the ride from Wellington to Auckland on this great winter’s day and she showed
no interest in anything other than herself and her family,
so I was very pleased when we reached our destination.
Tara used train lines in hero pst and that’s what prompted my response to her challenge
Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leaves you speechless, remain that way.
Say nothing, and listen as heaven whispers,
“Do you like it? I did it just for you.”
Max Lucado, author and writer and preacher
at Oak Hills Church in San Antonio, Texas. 1955-
Well having got over the blues from yesterday I awoke to anther sunny day. Hasn’t anyone remembered that August is the middle of winter here in Aotearoa/ New Zealand?
And doesn’t the sunshine make everything so much better? The family all left early as is their wont – work, school and university beckoned and I was alone in the house. I remember during the busy years thinking how great it would be to have a day to myself and to decide exactly how I would spend it. Well now I have many such days. And with nothing much to do this started me thinking about some of the posts I have published in the past. One such sprang immediately to mind – My Lot is Cast. I wrote this in February 2012 and now rereading it reminds me of how lucky I am.
My sister in Los Angeles, a prolific reader had introduced me to Josephine Tey and the book To Love and Be Wise and quoted a poem from that book :
“My lot is cast in inland places,
Far from sounding beach
and crying gull,
who knew the sea’s voice from my babyhood
Must listen to a river purling
Through green fields
And small birds gossiping
Among the leaves”.
At the time, I was playing, trying my hand at writing poetry and came up with my own poem about my Lot.
My lot is cast
In different places
Not beside the river or the ocean
But in the city with its life and vitality.
Not in the distant years of my youth
Nor the busy years of family life
But the peaceful years of time for me
To enjoy friends and family.
Time to investigate new things
New activities and new friends
Time to be me.
And this is still my Lot. Even after the awful things that have happened in 12 months, I’m happy with my Lot and have plenty for which to be grateful.
And then after reading and a little writing and lunch I spent several hours with a friend. A short walk, cup of coffee at a new (for me) coffee shop and back to her house for a few rounds of UpWord.
All in all a day well spent. So another day comes to an end.
“Sunsets are the prelude to another beautiful day. And whatever happens the sun will rise tomorrow.”
Judith Baxter, blogger, friend, mother, grandmother 1938 –
I think WordPress is playing tricks again. I posted this earlier today and several people commented on it but it has disappeared into the ether. All that’s left is the beginning of the post on Facebook. Don’t you hate it when that happens? And I just can’t remember all I had written.
Anyway I’ll try again.
After writing my earlier post I looked back and thought about my day:
- I woke up to a warm,sun filled house
- I woke up knowing that my friends and family are all on my side
- I had a walk in the bush with my lovely Physiotherapist
- We ended up at a local coffee shop where we encountered a friend
- I have so much for which to be grateful not the least for being alive as i know where my accident could have left me.
- And I know The Architect would not want me to be miserable today or any day.
And as the water continues in its downhill rush over rocks
and the thoughts continue to tumble around in my brain
with no defined pattern or path,
they eventually find and settle into a safe place
and the void is suddenly filled
and my mind is active once again.
Judith Baxter, Blogger, Mother, Grandmother and friend
And from Mary Oliver
“It is a serious thing
just to be alive on this fresh morning
in this broken world.”
In French you don’t say “I miss you” You say “Tu me manques” which means “You are missing from me.” Don’t you love that.
I know that 16 August is just another day, but for me it will always be memorable.
One year ago today my love breathed his last breath and I told him Goodbye. It’s amazing how the time moves on, things change, new people come into your life and yet the memories of those who were once in your life and now are no longer still remain.
So many happy memories of our very short time together; short but a time filled with love and laughter that I shall never forget. Thank you my darling for being in my life for that time.
And of course, Mary Oliver says it so well.
“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled—to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.”
Related – If Tomorrow Never Comes – 2
There’ll be love and laughter
And peace ever after.
Tomorrow, when the world is free
So sang Vera Lynn and many others during the Second World War. So what has gone so very wrong in the intervening years? Love and laughter has been taken over by hate and tears and the world is not free.
From this quiet and peaceful little corner of the world we have looked on at the hate and disruptions caused by the hate, taking over our world. We even have one of the Presidential candidates in the USA seemingly encouraging spread of hate at least to the other candidate, and of course to Mexican, Muslims etc etc. How can this be we ask ourselves.
Have we forgotten all that was learned at such great cost? Children are still living in areas surrounded by bombs as did we in the early 1940s. They are still being injured both physically and emotionally and the bombing now is so much worse than during the Second War. Bigger and more directed bombs and these children are right in the middle of the war.
When will we learn that we can’t keep doing the same thing and expect a different result. When will the powers that be, those in position to make a stop to these non achieving wars, accept that something has to change.
Daily on TV we see the result of the bombs on the lives of families who have done nothing more than to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And apart from the damage to the humans what about the destruction of buildings steeped in history and meaning for the population and of course, the damage to the earth. All of these things will take centuries to repair, if in fact they can be repaired and renewed.
Now is the time for us to stand up and be counted. A petition has been taken to our politicians objecting to more money being spent on sending troops to the wars. What else can we do other than sign the petitions? I don’t know but what I’m doing is spreading love and kindness wherever and whenever I can. If we all do a little, maybe something big will come out of it.
End of today’s rant.
“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief, Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”