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December It Is

Well look at me. I was going to take a well-earned day off from posting, but then I remembered that every day is a day off for me and do I really need to spend any of these days doing ABSOLUTELY nothing? Or could I just put that off until tomorrow or some other day.

And then as I was wasting time on Facebook looking at pages that I’ve liked in the past but which never ever come up on my news feed, I came across the following interesting thought-provoking stuff.

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Plus W mixed me a spiced rum and orange juice.  So I’m not completely responsible.

Back to the drawing board tomorrow.

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Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 90

Happiness is getting something accomplished before breakfast.  And then feeling perfectly justified taking the rest of the day off.  Like you weren't going to do that anyway.
Happiness is getting something accomplished before breakfast. And then feeling perfectly justified in taking the rest of the day off. Like you weren’t going to do that anyway.

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D and J have gone to Cuba for a week so I get to enjoy the delightful company of my granddaughter until they return.  We’ve done some shopping that wasn’t necessary and eaten a lot of stuff that isn’t good for us and read our books long into the night.  There are many ways to have a holiday.

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It’s not a real day off unless you spend it doing things that are completely pointless.

Todays Wonder Word and Other News

WALLYDRAIGLEHand-made dolls.

OMG, I am in love with this word.  Must be my Scottish roots popping up – they do that every once in a while and some silly Scotlandish thing will make me smile.

wallydraigle (a former word of the day on wordnik) (noun) The youngest of a family; a bird in the nest; hence, any feeble, ill-grown creature.

‘Wallydraigle’ is Scottish in origin, and comes from ‘wally,’ a term of endearment, plus ‘dragle,’ to drag or draw along on damp ground or mud, or on wet grass.

Here’s the picture it puts in my head.

In a long, pale yellow nightgown, a waif of a child with wispy fine hair tightly clutches her rag dolls arm in her tiny fist. The rest of the doll flops across the hard floor, bumping off a chair leg here and a shelf corner there,  resigned to the constant dragging and strangely happy with its fate.  Better to be the misused plaything of this sweet wallydraigle than to languish in some dark abandoned toy box, forgotten and alone.

The word can also be shortened to wallydrag (a feeble, dwarfed, animal or person.)  Sounds so much better than ‘runt of the litter’, doesn’t it?

In other exciting news – Canada has won an Olympic bronze medal in women’s three metre synchronized diving.  We never have big expectations for high medal counts in the summer games.  Have you seen our summers?  Our official medal count is now at one.  We will joyfully celebrate all of our athletes in their endeavours, whatever the outcome.

It is also day four of dog sitting for me.  We’re doing well, and this is the reason why.

Both of us are in perfect synchronized agreement as to the proper method of spending a day off.