The humidity is thick enough to cut. The sun is a visitor staying only a short while then disappearing behind a cloud before it comes back, more to tantalize us than to stay. The weatherman says rain, even another thunder shower.
Yesterday I stayed inside and did all those chores I’ve been avoiding. I washed clothes, polished furniture and cleaned the refrigerator. That last chore was easy. My refrigerator is as empty as it’s ever been. I see grocery shopping in my near future.
Sometimes I wonder how I know weird words. My guess is I ran into them somewhere, looked them up and remembered them, more for their oddity than anything else. Of all the words I taught my students in Ghana, they loved the word bamboozle the best. They pronounced like balmboozle and used it all the time. It became a common word on my school compound. That was the last time I ever heard it used. Too bad as it’s a great word.
Lackaday is another word I’d like to see return. Spell check flagged it. Remus Lupin could never hide his alter ego. It’s in his name. I like that. I remember a Christmas movie where a man described his wife as lachrymose after she had had a few sips of wine. I figured it out from context and watching his wife. I still use the word anon. The Lord of the Rings brought the word wraith back. The moon waxes and wanes. Light and people both waver. Jed Clampett ate vittles. That was the first time I ever heard that word.
Living near the ocean means I get to see waves billow across the strand, and I know to keep boats out of the shoals and what a gunwale is. I am, after all, no booby!
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