Hey, is it just me, or when you hear a new or weird word, does your brain conjure
some off kilter image that’s NOTHING like reality?
Here’s a few words accompanied by an image that pops into my kooky mind. Well,
at least the closest ones I could find.
First up, we have Argle-bargle: What it actually means: copious but meaningless talk or writingWhat I imagine: Two eye-patched pirates, nose to nose on a dock, yelling at each other. I mean, the spit is flying! Bad breath and all!How’d you ever come up with that, Bierman?
I’ve watched enough pirate movies to know that “Argh!” means the guy’s pissed about something. Usually accusatory and may or may not lead to a fight.
“Bargle,” is the rum-soaked, garbled, and accepted response to said accusation. Could mean a variety excuses or denials, such as, “No! I didn’t use your glass eye as the cue ball in last night’s pool game!”
Sorry the pic is not an action shot. Perhaps this buccaneer is spoiling for an argle-bargle.
Next up, we have a term that may be more familiar to some of us. Perhaps it’s been applied to us, or we’ve labelled someone else?
LackadaisicalWhat it actually means: lacking enthusiasm or determination
And what pops into my head?
You come upon a field of daisies and are suddenly overcome with the,“Mehs’.” You flop your fanny on the ground and lie amongst the flowers, shirking your duties and not caring about the bugs entrapping you like the tiny folks of Lilliput in Gulliver’s travels. The boss, or dishes, can wait until you’ve snapped the tiny ropes and roar like the giant you are!
And for our finale: XiphoidWhat it really means: sword-shaped
Yep, this really comes up.
An ultra sophisticated, intelligent, and scaly alien life form. Not necessarily hostile, but don’t wake her when she’s sleep walking!
So, it’s been quite awhile since I’ve last engaged in anything writing. Around March 8, to be exact. If I’m honest, it was intentional. But not in a, ‘give up eating my broccoli and dumping in the dog’s dish,’ way.
Some of you may know that I’ve been working on a career change, due to having my fill of mental health issues arising from years of working as a Correctional Officer. But that’s H20 under the proverbial bridge, as they say. Though it never leaves you, not quite. The mind can forgive, but it never forgets, not those things.
Just a bit of backdrop there. I haven’t forgotten any of you, though I feel regret for not reengaging with the community sooner. Today is a fresh start, and I’m recommitting to picking up where I left off. It felt good to actually write again this morning.
I’ve been involved with some career retraining, and it’s been eating up my time and energy, so I took a break from all things writing.
I apologize, not for the break, but for dropping out without a word. I have to reread a book I was going to give a review on back in early March.
Today I’ll start reading your blogs again, going as steadily as time and energy will permit.
Never too late to start again, for any of us. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!
It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these. I hope you enjoy and have a great weekend!
Last night one, or both, of our cats, Sage and Charlie, busted into the catnip stash. I’m gobsmacked that no matter how much I question them, neither will lift a paw to rat out the other. They don’t always get along. More solid than Canadian soil in February, those two. I managed to intervene before either one could eat too much. Though I swear I caught Sage grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat. 🤨🤪😂
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