Ma doesn’t care for the word “lethargic” she’s says she’s not fond of that type of character unless it’s cute like a sloth. She likes chipmunks and such beings that have speed and energy. That’s why she loves me and the niece. We’re movers and shakers.
However, under the current meteorological conditions she feels the word could be appropriate because it evokes an aura of dampness and dullness and drowsiness.
What words do you have that you don’t care for but use on occasions?
Precious Peeps it’s PITS here to heave you over the humpty. I’m doing a little better but we are under what meteorologist call a heat dome.
It’s like we are trapped in an oven and are baking very slowly.
Yesterday when Dad came home from work he pulled me into the pool. When that water hits it sure is refreshing but I prefer to lie on top of the vent of the air conditioner in the back hall.
It’s the coolest place in the house but yesterday my repos was sadly interrupted by the cheeping of the smoke alarm.
It was one of those annoying little high pitched beeps you get when the battery needs changing. It frightens me no end. Even the Gizz gets shaky with that sound.
We both cling to Granny’s feet when it happens until she understands and gets the battery changed. Since she was baking while it was buzzing it took a while so we were shaking like it was storming.
Speaking of storms a good downpour would not go amiss right now but as I’ve learned from every weather forecaster in this hemisphere that doesn’t happen in heat domes.
We are late on the banter this morning because Ma was in a tizzy.
She got her notice about deposit made from her payment system to the bank and thought it looked too high.
She was crunching numbers from seven till now to see what the problem might be and she thinks that a card transaction went through twice.
This means she has less than she thought she had but at least her mind is at ease.
She can contact the customer and get her to check on her end.
I don’t know why Ma gets so flustered about these things it’s not like she’s got any real big issues but she does so what can I do but take care of her.
Last night we were watching the fireflies and we got to thinking.
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Why do they not appear in any famous literature. Wouldn’t you think that they’d fit right in a romance from Jane Austen or a thriller from Agatha Christie or a horror of Stephen King.
If you know of any honorable mentions give a shout out.
They are such incredible critters. We were wondering did ancient people see them and it gave rise to the idea of fairies.
Maybe Tinker-bell once was one.
Just image for a moment you’re a cave man and you are lying under your animal skin and all of a sudden these little lights are popping up all around. What would you think? Is the air on fire? Are pieces of the sun slipping down to earth? You’d be a little taken aback we think!
Why are they not in ancient texts like the bible? Or maybe they are. Anyone for angels?
Booming Banter 