Today I love dissecting words and determining their origin and make up and sometimes deciding where I think they’re heading to. I love frolicking in the foibles of languages. I love that I once heard that the English language doesn’t “borrow words from other languages, it pursues them down dark alleys to beat them unconscious and riffle their pockets for new vocabulary …” or something to that effect attributable to one James D. Nicoll. I love the imagery of that statement depicting my language as a ruffian who will do whatever it takes to acquire a wealth of words adequate to the task of appearing as pedantic as possible. I adulate all things parlance correlated as well as loving everything that has to do with language. I love that I am constantly looking for new words even though my head is so full that I have a difficult time retaining them any more. I love how my mind used to latch onto words and file them away with a surety of memory that was so solid and determined, and then it would wait for the perfect time to include those words in conversations. I love that I still love to ramble on in an effort to impart my exact meaning or emotion.
Today I love that the weekend is over and a new week begun. I love that a new week can only mean one thing, another weekend coming. I love that although I didn’t get much of the things I wanted to do done this weekend past I did kind of organize some of those things in my mind in a better way so hopefully they’ll get tackled and conquered more quickly than a loose piece of verbiage down one of English’s dark alleys “comme ça.” I love that I have a bigger job to do today, dealing with the $150 moth. I love that I am the one for this kind of job. I love that I’ve been part of this job right from the very beginning when the moth showed up and that I was the one to dispatch the blighter with a T-shirt wielded like a whip. I love that the ceiling fan was the only real casualty as my own bruises were minimal and healed quickly. I love that after today the new ceiling fan will be in place thanks to me. I love that I now know you can’t run a five blade fan with just four of its blades.
Today I love my tool belt. I love the shortcake someone made on the weekend and I especially love it with peaches, grilled or fresh, that someone brought from the Niagara region. I love that if the weather holds out a little longer this morning I may get the other team sticker on my truck cap and then my truck will be the official truck of looking cool in the Grey Bruce Dragon Boat Club Colors!
Today I love drinking coffee while noticing that I was especial verbose and chatty here this morning.