Psilent — [adjective; Thelmese] word to describe the lack of sound made by the first letter of the words psychiatrist, psychologist, pshaw, psalm, psychotropic, pseudoscience, pseudonym, psychokinetic, psyllium, psaltery, psoriasis, and psst…
cattywampus
Microsoft search yields: “Cattywampus is a curious colloquial American word doubling as meaning “diagonal” and “askew”. The etymology is a mongrel. The “diagonal” bit may have been influenced by catty-corner, and wampus could have been southern slang for “flail”, but then there’s a fictional creature called the wampus cat and another called catamount.”
Cattywampus could, if we aren’t careful, result in a category [see Word of the Day from February 11, 2020…..]
Violets of Dawn…
[song by Eric Anderson]
Take me to the night I’m tipping
Topsy turvy turning upside down.
Hold me close and whisper what you will
For there is no-one else around.
Oh, you can sing-song me sweet smiles
Regardless of the city’s careless frown.
Come watch the no colors fade, blazing
Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn.
In blindful wonderments enchantments
You can lift my wings softly to flight.
Your eyes are like swift fingers
Reaching out into the pockets of my night.
Oh, whirling twirling puppy-warm
Before the flashing cloaks of darkness gone.
Come see the no colors fade, blazing
Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn.
Some Prince Charming I’d be on two white steeds
To bring you dappled, diamond crowns
And climb your tower, Sleeping Beauty,
‘Fore you even know I’ve left the ground.
Oh, you can wear a Cinderella, Snow White,
Alice Wonderlanded gown.
Come see the no colors face, blazing
Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn.
But if I seem to wander off in dream-like looks
Please let me settle slowly.
It’s only me just starin’ out at you,
A seeming stranger speaking holy.
No, I don’t mean to wake you up,
It’s only loneliness just coming on.
So let the no colors fade, blazing
Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn.
Like shadows bursting into mist
Behind the echoes of this nonsense song
It’s just the chasing, whispering trails
Of secret steps, oh see them laughing on.
There’s magic in the sleepiness
Of waking to a childish sounding yawn.
Come see the no colors fade, blazing
Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn.
Today’s Word…spice
Spice — zest; [noun, Thelmese] plural of spouse]. Kind of the same thing.
Today’s Word (yet again)…catalyst
Catalyst: Ferdinand, Elsie, Elmer, Beauregard, Mrs. O’Leary’s, the ChikFila cows….
Today’s Word (revisited) …catalyst
Catalyst: Jersey, Hereford, Guernsey, Angus
Today’s Word/Phrase…Mercury Retrograde
According to astrologyanswers.com, “Mercury Retrograde is a transit in which the planet Mercury slows to a point that it appears to move backwards. All planets in the Universe are in motion, all of the time — some moving forward at a normal speed, and some moving slowly, giving them the impression of backwards (or retrograde) movement. Planets moving forward are considered ‘Direct’.”
Mercury Retrograde is traditionally associated with communication difficulties, and mechanical malfunctions are often attributed to this event. People are advised to exercise caution (and consider delays) in regard to making major decisions during this period of time.
For 2020, Mercury Retrograde will occur February 17 to March 10; June 18 to July 12; and October 14 to November 3.
When my husband first told me about this phenomenon many, many years ago, I scoffed. Blatantly. However, one evening during which, within the hour that the planet was making “its turn” from direct to retrograde, I experienced, three weird traffic accidents, a traffic near-miss as a car darted out almost into mine, and several communication mishaps, then learned the following day from coworkers (at a mental health agency, by the way) that two copiers had broken down, an adolescent had attempted self-harm on the way to a worker’s car…which, interestingly, also broke down. That conglomeration of occurrences made me….well, a believer!
Remember — Mercury is retrograde until March 10th. Take care, folks!!
Today’s Word…hispanic
Hispanic? Whose panic? I have no idea!!
Journey into Gemstones: Grotto of Redemption
The Grotto of the Redemption in West Bend, Iowa, was built over a period of 42 years by Father Paul Dobberstein, a German immigrant who, when very ill with pneumonia, had promised the Virgin Mary he would create the grotto if she interceded for him. Construction began in 1912. Because Iowa farmland is not especially rocky terrain, people from around the world have sent minerals, fossils, petrifications, and shells to be incorporated into the grotto which is larger than a city block. We had the joy of visiting the grotto in 2014 on the way back from South Dakota. The above slide show displays a few of the photos we took.
Today’s Word…parka
Parka — whata you do with your Fiat, your Benelli, or your Vespa whena you don’t wanna drive it righta now.