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Logomania Hypothesized and Elucidated

James Joyce
James Joyce (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Logomania is defined as an obsessive interest in words or, alternatively, excessive and often incoherent talking.

I’ve been away on a holiday and missed last week’s Prompt for the Promptless,.  This one is very late but I could not pass it up because it immediately reminded me of “Finnegans Wake” by James Joyce.  Logomania in book form!  By the ultimate logomaniac!

Here’s just one lovely little example.

“And there she was right enough, that lovely sight enough, the girleen bawn asthore, as for days galore, of planxty Gregory.”

An average of four words per sentence that you have to look up sounds about right.  And even then you could be completely in the dark as to what it all might possibly mean.  Maybe it doesn’t mean a thing, and it’s just soothing to listen to a crazy Irishman with amazing furor loquendi spewing beautiful blarney,

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Sandal Season!

On his Facebook status, my cousin has declared Sandal Season officially open.  Open season on sandals!  Get out there and shoot yourself some of those strappy little things!

Really, the weather is incredible for March, but it’s also fickle.  I know what it’s like to get caught in one of those freak snow squalls with a light spring jacket and no socks.  I’m still wearing my winter coat!  I did take the detachable hood off, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go right now.

Also a pedicure would be a good idea before I bare my toes to the world.  But if I had green sandals I’d be wearing them today, I swear.

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Hope everyone has a happy St. Patrick’s Day, and the luck of the Irish, whether you’re Irish or not.

Ancestors

What I know about my family’s ancestry is all on my blog; that was the original reason for writing it. It’s branched out into a lot of strange stuff since then.

In a nutshell:

my maternal grandmother had ancestors from Germany and England

her husband was Irish through and through

paternal grandparents were both of Scottish ancestry.

my husbands mother’s roots are Swedish

his father’s English, Metis, and predominantly French

just for fun and after no one in particular, we gave our daughter a Danish and a French name; our son got Swedish and Scottish.

which makes our children

really and truly

authentically

Canadian.

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