“The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance.”
That beautiful sun is on hiatus, and the last couple of days have been cloudy. Last night it rained. The oak tree by the driveway has only one branch left with any leaves. All the rest of the leaves have fallen and completely covered my driveway. The wind is blowing the bare branches and the day is completely uninviting. I have this vision of me in the living room on my chaise lounge listening to Hawaiian music and wearing something flowered while I drink out of a coconut with a small colorful umbrella and a cherry on a stick that looks like a little sword.
Why toast in the morning? I wondered that the other day when I had a couple of pieces. In the afternoon most of the bread for my sandwiches is seldom toasted. Club sandwiches, when I go out for lunch, usually are but the simple bologna sandwich almost never is. I suppose any sandwich bread can be toasted, but it just doesn’t seem to happen. Egg salad would seem a likely choice connected as the egg is with breakfast, but I never see a toasted egg salad sandwich. Toast is something to ponder I suppose.
Pajamas also make me wonder. Who decided that we have to wear different clothes at night than in the daytime? I wear a t-shirt to bed all year round, but when I was a kid I wore pajamas, never a nightgown because nightgowns ride up and make uncomfortable lumps while you’re sleeping.
I wish I knew why some things are called what they are. A mixer is an easy one because that’s what it does, but who named soap? I used to tell people that some old lady in Hoboken, New Jersey was the wordmaster for the US, sort of like a poet laureate for words. Anything new comes along, and she gets a call. “What’ll we name it?” She thinks about it a while weighing what the thing does then she triumphantly coins a new word like a sort of baptism. That’s it-print the dictionary.
Okay, today is a hodge-podge, a gallimaufry, a jumbled mixture of what sometimes runs through my head. At least it keeps me entertained.
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November 17, 2011 at 11:50 am
Grey, dull and chilly here today but it was a brilliant autumn day yasterday. Sunshine, really cold and no wind at all 🙂
I´ve tried to toast other breads but they just get strange 🙂 I guess I would feel the same about white bread if it was dark bread we all toasted instead. Only cheese and jelly works on toast for me 🙂
Some names is just strangel like soap as You say. We must have a woman over here too that names all new stuff 🙂 🙂 Perhaps she gives the woman in Hoboken a call before taking a to drastic name 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer..
November 17, 2011 at 5:56 pm
Christer,
It is raining and has been all afternoon. The cold is bone chilling.
Cinnamon-raisin bread is my favorite toasted.
Maybe the two women just have to agree before we all get to know the name!
November 17, 2011 at 12:13 pm
Hi Kat,
I usually toast my sandwich bread especially if there’s going to be stuff like mayo or chicken salad on it. It lessens the floppy effect.
Pajamas is a funny word. Even funnier in old English books where they are called pyjamas. 🙂 And a bathrobe on top of them to boot!
Grey and cold here. Well, I suppose it’s seasonable for November but I have been spoiled by the mid-60’s stuff we’ve been having. have to go to the post office but I am not inspired to move out of the house.
Enjoy your day!
November 17, 2011 at 5:58 pm
Hi Caryn,
I buy pretty firm bread so it usually holds when I make a sandwich, but I do like chicken salad toasted.
Rainy and cold here. No trivia tonight as most of the team can’t go. It is usually my favorite night but tonight isn’t fit for man nor beast. My beast, Miss Gracie, is snuggled on the couch!
November 17, 2011 at 4:51 pm
Soap: c1000 Sax. Leechd. II. 124 Lyþre mid sapan. (OED)
Cheers
November 17, 2011 at 6:03 pm
Minicapt,
Yes, but where did they get it?
November 17, 2011 at 4:52 pm
i’m toasted. It’s a grey cloudy day and I went to the dentist and he did a procedure which is making my mouth hurt. When I got back from my trip from Illinois in 2011, ( I had an annoying bug bite while I was there) my immune system shut down upon my arrival home. No one knows why, but the last thing to figure out is why my gums and teeth are decaying and look weird.
I had put on nice sweats and sweat shirt with a hood when I went to the dentist, came back and changed into an old pair of sweats and tee shirt to rest in bed.
The new phrase now is “mic check” and I’m not sure how that evolved. I’ve just taken some Advil as the pain is beginning to hit me as the novocaine or whatever is wearing off. I often wonder who names the medicines we use.. like Restoril which is used for sleeping. It sounds so sweet– rest your ills; but can be highly addicting.
Oh and one more thing about toast. On the East coast one would never have a bagel that wasn’t toasted before putting the cream cheese on; here, I was amazed that people ate them untoasted.
I want to be in Hawaii also, so I’m joining you.
Have a wonderful day,
Waving,
Lori
November 17, 2011 at 8:42 pm
I generally don’t toast my sandwhich bread except for a BLT. I also don’t like Mayo so I have my BLT with Ketchup. Every other sandwich I eat with mustard, preferably brown mustard. The salad mustard has no class.
Here in Vancouver it has been cloudy with periods of rain. A nice taste of weather in the Pacific Northwest. Here the sun sets at 4:30 PM which is about 45 minutes earlier than at home. If it wasn’t for the beautiful scenery, great seafood and great people it could be depressing.
I started wearing pajamas as an adult when I had children. I felt strange getting up in the morning wearing just my briefs. I like to change into more losely fitting comfortable PJs to sleep these days. I especially wear them in hotels in case I have to evacutate in the event of a fire.
The English language has lots of interesting words. A Mixer could also be a cocktail party. In the UK the bathroom is called the Toilet, in Canada it’s the Washroom. In Italy it’s the WC and in Texas it’s the Restroom. I never rested there, Don’t know the function of WC and I have always washed my hands in there after I use the toilet.
November 18, 2011 at 10:49 am
Bob,
I can’t begin to imagine the taste of a BLT with ketchup. I am not a fan of it, even for French fries, but I do love all sorts of mustards except the yellow mustard.
It seems there is more to keep you from being depressed by the pacific Northwest than you thought. Weather is beyond our control so it is worth more as something to complain about. We lost the rain but the cold took its place.
I keep a pair of casual pants at the foot of my bed so I can put them on in the morning. In winter they’re flannel; cotton in summer. It wouldn’t do to get my paper wearing just a t-shirt and my undies.
I always heard loo when I was in the UK. In Ghana, it is the toilet though the shower might also be there. Most times, though, they’re kept separate. THat has to do with whether or not there is running water. You’re right about a mixer-I’d forgotten that.
November 18, 2011 at 11:29 am
I always considered nightgowns & pj’s to be night armor. Dressed for the evening battles and events.
November 18, 2011 at 2:46 pm
bob,
Sometimes that’s really true!