Monday, October 24
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
My Sweetie and a friend moved more boxes out of the sea can. Mostly books.
We spread the last of the mulch by the house. The area around the house is not all finished, but we are out of mulch and done for the year.
We checked with the mechanic, and the work on his vehicle is not done, so he took the truck to work for the next ten days.
I went to pottery, and gritted my teeth while the conversation around me was mostly similar to parts of other weeks, which is "here is what is wrong with people today". Mostly, apparently that our lives are too easy, people expect too much, houses are too big, kids have it too easy, people just aren't ready to work hard for what they want, teachers are pampered (cue scathing return defense from retired teacher in the room), kids get too much candy for Halloween, WE never got whole chocolate bars, people spend too much money on everything, and on and on.
When it was MY turn, we talked about Henry Cavill's fine buttocks, sexy fireman calendars, and why they are always posing with Dalmatians (one woman did not know why). My conversation wins.
The person who used to walk dogs with me, and used to ride with me at the other barn stuck her head in for thirty seconds because she is on the board for the pottery studio, and they were having a meeting. She said she would find me after the meeting, but of course she did not. That's very much in line with her choice to more or less just ghost me as a friend a few years ago. Whatever.
I did not throw anything today, but I did trim some other things that might survive.
I didn't need groceries tonight, so at least I could relax about trying to make it to the store before it closed.
It was pretty cold coming out of the studio, right at freezing. It was raining a bit. At least it will settle the dust.
Today I learned that there is such a thing as a dead metaphor:
"A dead metaphor is a figure of speech which has lost the original imagery of its meaning by extensive, repetitive, and popular usage. Because dead metaphors have a conventional meaning that differs from the original, they can be understood without knowing their earlier connotation. Dead metaphors are generally the result of a semantic shift in the evolution of a language,[1] a process called the literalization of a metaphor.[2] A distinction is often made between those dead metaphors whose origins are entirely unknown to the majority of people using them (such as the expression "to kick the bucket") and those whose source is widely known or symbolism easily understood but not often thought about (the idea of "falling in love")."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Keith_(mathematician)
My Sweetie and a friend moved more boxes out of the sea can. Mostly books.
We spread the last of the mulch by the house. The area around the house is not all finished, but we are out of mulch and done for the year.
We checked with the mechanic, and the work on his vehicle is not done, so he took the truck to work for the next ten days.
I went to pottery, and gritted my teeth while the conversation around me was mostly similar to parts of other weeks, which is "here is what is wrong with people today". Mostly, apparently that our lives are too easy, people expect too much, houses are too big, kids have it too easy, people just aren't ready to work hard for what they want, teachers are pampered (cue scathing return defense from retired teacher in the room), kids get too much candy for Halloween, WE never got whole chocolate bars, people spend too much money on everything, and on and on.
When it was MY turn, we talked about Henry Cavill's fine buttocks, sexy fireman calendars, and why they are always posing with Dalmatians (one woman did not know why). My conversation wins.
The person who used to walk dogs with me, and used to ride with me at the other barn stuck her head in for thirty seconds because she is on the board for the pottery studio, and they were having a meeting. She said she would find me after the meeting, but of course she did not. That's very much in line with her choice to more or less just ghost me as a friend a few years ago. Whatever.
I did not throw anything today, but I did trim some other things that might survive.
I didn't need groceries tonight, so at least I could relax about trying to make it to the store before it closed.
It was pretty cold coming out of the studio, right at freezing. It was raining a bit. At least it will settle the dust.
Today I learned that there is such a thing as a dead metaphor:
"A dead metaphor is a figure of speech which has lost the original imagery of its meaning by extensive, repetitive, and popular usage. Because dead metaphors have a conventional meaning that differs from the original, they can be understood without knowing their earlier connotation. Dead metaphors are generally the result of a semantic shift in the evolution of a language,[1] a process called the literalization of a metaphor.[2] A distinction is often made between those dead metaphors whose origins are entirely unknown to the majority of people using them (such as the expression "to kick the bucket") and those whose source is widely known or symbolism easily understood but not often thought about (the idea of "falling in love")."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Keith_(mathematician)
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Date: 2022-10-27 06:56 am (UTC)Who is Henry Cavill, without my googling him?
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Date: 2022-10-27 07:39 am (UTC)Tall, dark, and muscle-y.
He also seems like a nice person, so good for him.
You should google him. Why not? Very handsome.
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Date: 2022-10-28 12:07 am (UTC)