“But the adjectives change,” said Jimmy. “Nothing’s worse than last year’s adjectives.”

Gracie and I did some sightseeing yesterday. It was mostly to get us out of the house. We didn’t see much. I had brought my camera but didn’t use it. We made a few stops. One was at a candy store where I bought salt water taffy and a caramel, a soft outer layer caramel with a white center much like marshmallow but tastier. I then went to buy the bread I had forgotten on my last trip. Before I went into the store, I hid the candy inside a bag inside another bag. Gracie hadn’t ever touched stuff in my car, but I was being cautious. When I came out of the store, I opened the passenger side so I could put my groceries there. I noticed ripped pieces of paper all over the front seat and the visor was down. The paper came from the candy bag. I checked and found out Gracie had helped herself to a caramel. She must have eaten the paper as well. Nothing else was touched. I think the visor was her attempt to hide her activities. We then had a conversation, “Gracie, what did you do?” No answer. “Gracie, did you eat the candy?” No answer. She didn’t even look guilty let alone contrite. I was just glad it wasn’t chocolate.

The day is cold, windy and grey, uninviting in every way.

I never really concerned myself with the weather when I was a kid. I didn’t even have colorful, descriptive words. I went with sunny or cloudy, hot or cold and rainy or snowy. Every day fit one of those descriptions, meager as they are. I actually used nice to describe a warm spring day. I hate the word nice in the same way I hate good and bad. They say nothing: nice day, good movie, bad day and nice dress or shoes. I described food as good or bad tasting. My father described some people as good eggs. I knew what he meant, but I had no idea how he got there.

People don’t want a long winded description of a movie or a TV show. My sister used to say you didn’t have to watch the show, just ask Kat. Sometimes that was a compliment and sometimes it wasn’t. In my mind I usually put it on the compliment side of the ledger. Using DVR (or taping as some of my friends still call it) and On Demand have made me obsolete. I was great for the highlights.

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8 Comments on ““But the adjectives change,” said Jimmy. “Nothing’s worse than last year’s adjectives.””

  1. Richard Says:

    Like you said, it’s a good thing Gracie didn’t get into chocolate. Tried salt water taffy on my visits to NYC, Atlantic City, and Newark … too chewy, not much flavor, and a wonderful extractor of fillings. My first thought was that it was a ‘confection’ invented by a dentist desirous of increasing his income. Salt water taffy must be something you have to grow up with in order to look positively upon it.

    I loved watching the weather as a kid … esp. bad weather, and more especially, storms. Like hurricanes. Even after having been flooded four times, I still watch in awe at the raw elemental power of those storms. Are there times when the ‘high pucker factor’ kicks in? Oh yeah. They’re just part of the spectacle. As for the flooding thing, the only practical and workable attitude to have after the cryin’ is done with is that the stuff that’s left is the stuff you’re supposed to have. Practicality beats the ‘poor me!’ response every time ‘cuz nobody wants to listen to a whiner.

    I am in complete agreement with you regarding the word ‘nice.’ I grew to absolutely despise hearing it when I were but an wee tyke. Whenever I heard friends of my grandmother give a recipe verbally, it was impossible to keep track of the number of times they used the word ‘nice’ to describe the ingredients. “Ya take yer nice onions and yer nice garlic, and then y’ cube up some nice eggplant and grate ya some nice Romano cheese … ” You get the idea. It was such an abrasive word I decided to eliminate it from my vocabulary of descriptors. It still puts my teeth on edge when I hear people use it in any context. See how much of us goes back to ‘first impressions’ during our Childhood Daze?

    I try to avoid giving descriptions of TV programs, books, pictures, or anything else. Part of that is due to the sheer impossibility of conveying the ‘You hadda be there!’ aspect … there are some things that just aren’t translatable into speech – like describing the taste of an orange.

    • katry Says:

      I never gave reviews of anything and would never give away details of a program or movie yet to be seen. When asked, I’d tell the missed plot. My sister sometimes missed the end of a program she was watching and would call me to hear what happened. That was my talent-a good memory for details.

      I love the wind and heavy, torrential rain. I also love hurricanes as long as I get to keep my electricity. I am in awe of lightning and still remember a storm in Ghana where the lightning hit the ground right in front of my house. Magnificent!!. If I were to build a house, I’d make the roof metal so I could always hear the rain.

      How nice you agree with me! My students were never allowed to use nice verbally or in writing. My African students began to develop a bigger vocabulary when they were forced to describe rather than fall back on nice.

      The taffy I had was flavorful. My favorite was the banana followed by the mint. The colors were great hints as to what flavor was going to burst in my mouth.

  2. Bob Says:

    Many years ago my dad had a friend who raised Great Danes. He had a huge black and white spotted male named Moose. He must have weighed a couple of hundred pounds. My father had ordered several boxes of frozen baby back pork ribs. His friend was delivering the ribs in the back of his station wagon with Moose. When they arrived at our house we discovered that Moose had ripped open a frozen box and gnawed a full slab while still frozen solid. He had absolutely no guilt.

    I have always had an interest in the weather. When I was a kid the TV meteorologists drew their maps by hand without the aid of radar or computers. Yesterday we nearly hit 80 degrees. According to the newspaper 2015 was the hottest year on record. I’m afraid that 2016 May be even hotter. Of course none of the Republican presidential candidates has even utter the words global warming. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      I love Moose. I can’t imagine leaving that huge dog with ribs in the back of a truck. I don’t leave food with Gracie in the car. The candy was an aberration.

      I remember the white board weather maps handwritten. We were chilly yesterday and in the high 40’s today. Boston was over 50. The ocean is already keeping us chillier than Boston as the water will stay cold for a long while.

      After the reception the President got concerning global warming, I suspect the candidates will stay away from the topic.

      • Bob Says:

        Those ribs were frozen solid, wrapped in paper and inside a cardboard box. I guess big dog and big sense of smell. 🙂

        The humidity yesterday made the 77 degree temperature feel hotter. Who would think that we would have such a warm February? Before New Year’s Day I bought a new leather winter jacket and have only worn it when I traveled to Toronto and only a couple of days so far this year.

      • katry Says:

        Boxers don’t have a great sense of smell-pushed in nose, but I bet she’d find it.

        Yesterday was 36˚ degrees and today is really warm-in the 40’s.

  3. olof1 Says:

    It is always when least expected they hit 🙂 The chocolate problem is very individual, my Orvcar (he weighed over 100 pounds) once ate half a pound of chocolate and was just as happy as before 🙂 He also ate lots of toothpaste with xylitol which is said to be dangerous for dogs and he never showed any signs of getting ill. He did however get a rather wonderful breath for a while 🙂

    From what I know they know that a chihuahua cant eat 100 grams of chocolate (I think that’s around a quarter of a pond) without getting really sick but to be honest, how much weighs a dog like that 🙂 Some dogs however, no matter how big they are can’t even have the slightest of chocolate witout getting problems.

    I didn’t describe the weather especially much either but that has changed a lot 🙂 We have so many ways to describe rain that it can’t be translated into English 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      Shauna, one of my earlier Boxers, got into the closet by sliding the door and ate all the chocolate I had there for my nephews. She didn’t get sick either. Gracie, though, has a tender digestive tract and some foods make her sick. She eats grass in the summer or my spider plant fronds in the winder and always feels better. I’m careful what beyond dog food she eats.

      New England has a huge variety of weather also difficulty to describe.

      Enjoy the evening!

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