Tag Archives: The Seductive Power of a Decent Vocabulary

Don’t Do It Halfway

livsnjutareDo you know anyone like this?  I do.  I admire them.  Everyone I’ve met who loves life deeply exudes passion for…all the things.  A life filled with passion is a great thing.

‘Til next time,

Jessica

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How Do You Process Your Thoughts?

babelismI tend to process complicated things out loud.  Whether those are emotions, concepts, plans, whatever, I need to talk it out.  Responses are generally not necessary because what pours out of my mouth is a confusions of ideas, speech, and thought.  Once I sift through the rubble, I have a cohesive…something.

In this respect, I can relate to Sherlock Holmes and the skull.  I have been known to talk to the dog.  Dexter isn’t the best conversationalist, but he’s an excellent listener.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


I Can Relate

abibliophobiaEvery time I head out on a trip, I begin to get anxious unless I’ve packed a book for every day I’m going to be away.  I’m not talking comic books here.  These are novels.  They’re heavy.  They take up massive amounts of space.  There’s always a nagging feeling I’ve forgotten something unless I have them.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Exploring the Strange and Marvelous

selcouthI like exploring the unfamiliar, rare and strange.  It almost always turns out to be marvelous.  Every time I uncover a gem of knowledge and get to polish and shine until it becomes part of my collection, it makes me happy.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Retail Therapy

oniochalasiaOh, oniochalasia, I know you well.  Otherwise known as I’m-having-a-bad-day-I-need-pineapple-shoes.  Not always the best way of coping with the vagaries of life, but surprisingly effective.

Life lesson – don’t use credit for retail therapy.  You require more retail therapy when the bill comes due!

‘Til next time,

Jessica


A Hiding Place

abditory

 

 

I need a place to hide today.  I didn’t have something quite as sophisticated as an abditory in mind though.  If you want to find me, I’ll be in my pillow fort coloring.

‘Til next time,

Jessica


Wordy Thursday

meara - Irish %22sea%22There’s a Pin out there somewhere in Pinterest-land that reads, “Don’t underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary”. Oh, so true!  I’ve been thinking about Ireland lately.  Maybe it is because I want to go Ireland, like now; maybe I just want to get away for a few days; and maybe it is because Flogging Molly is Irish and I’m still thinking about their show.  Whatever the reason, when I came across meara, the Irish word for “sea”, I knew this had to be my next Wordy Thursday post.


Plink Plank

Plink Plank

This word reminds me of a poem my Grandma Joye wrote.  She used to read it to me, every time I was at her house and it rained.  Truthfully, I didn’t mind the rain there so much.  It was a great opportunity to sit on her big covered front porch in the swing.  I still always sleep best when the rain sings me a lullaby.

 

It was so dark when I arose

I didn’t need to look to see

The Rain remains, and I suppose

Another day is lost for me.

 

Sometimes, to spend a day inside

Can be the greatest thing to do.

A time to think and dream or hide

From duties somewhere calling you.

 

As grudgingly I settle down

And try to concentrate and think

Through dreary thoughts there comes a sound

A dancing, happy, snappy “plink.”

 

I’ve chosen the remotest place

Where there should be no noise real soon

But tiny raindrops on the flu

Plink, plank a spanking brand new tune.

 

Softly, tiny gentle drops

Were brining me their melody

Delightful and refreshing plops –

In dancing, rain-time harmony.

 

Each one has gone to so much pain

To leave such happy note so free.

I’m heading straight out in the rain

So they can play “Plink, plank” with me

 

-Joye Kanelakos

‘Til next time,

Jessica