Never Done Before challenge: Day Eight

7 thoughts on “Never Done Before challenge: Day Eight”

  1. you think i don’t spend enough time on the internet, that you must give me a link to such an addictive thing as the dictionary of difficult words? i could almost call you a ninnyhammer for that.

    the straight face clause makes this challenge too hard for me. i’ll stick with my own new things. for day eight can you believe that i went to a lake in the twin cities that i had yet to swim in? i would have said i swam in every body of water there is around here since childhood, some nasty ditches included, but i guess i missed one. went to a birthday party at said lake for a little girl who lost her mother when she was too young to remember, and all i could think of was that in a way her mother’s absence shaped the presence of all the people there. look at the dead woman’s mother, brothers, sister, best friend, lover. see how they all gather around her daughter, now five. see how the places where they touch limn the shape of a mother, the shadow of a loving life ended before it should have been.

    rejoice with me over the entirely new experience of day nine: i went to a thrift store, bought an adorable new skirt, and upon returning home found that it actually matches a couple of tops in my closet. i *always* buy cute skirts and then realize i have nothing to go with them and take, i am not kidding, a couple of years to get around to dragging them with on a shopping trip to find something that matches.

    p.s. you laugh every time you think of bezoar? and that would be how often?


  2. Rather ironic that you used ‘crois’ instead of ‘quoi’ in your French expression. I am assuming that was unintentional as ‘crois’ means cross. While I am no French expert, it did jump off the page as a bit out of place.


  3. Al, I knew something was wrong when I wrote that down, but I was too lazy/fuzzy/tired/rebellious to try to figure it out. My high school French teacher is rolling her eyes as I type this.


  4. The conversations are as good as the words!

    I picked up “Mrs. Byrne’s Dictionary of Unusual, Obscure, and Preposterous Words” at a library book sale a while back, and have had a lot of fun with it. There are so many good words to choose from, and I find myself settling for such a bland diet. And now I’m reminded of the boardgame Balderdash, which I haven’t played for years, but was a favorite in our family…


  5. believe it, my friend. and believe it was a centrally located, popular lake with lots of parking right off a major road. the one in theo wirth right off glenwood, not even sure what the name is. i’ve been to lakes where i had to sneak through darkened private property to access them, lakes where i had to hike fifteen minutes through the woods to get there, lakes that i had to drive almost an hour to get to. and skipped the one right in the middle of minneapolis. with good reason, i must say. it was so lame! a floating dock surrounded the entire “swimming area,” which was not actually deep enough for an adult to swim in. i much prefer lakes where you can strike out and stroke across. although i found out the hard way that’s not always allowed. did i tell you about the time at cedar lake when i reached the far shore and the lifeguard called the cops on me? my swim turned into a biathlon as i booked it back across the lake, jumped out of the water, and ran through the woods to my car. much to the credit of my husband, who was napping on the beach, he asked no questions when i yelled, “wake up and run–the cops are coming!” how satisfying it was to be starting up our car and driving away as the police cars showed up and tore down the path to the beach. best use of city resources i can imagine–get that renegade swimmer!


  6. Oreo, I love the cops are coming story. And I’m not sure I’d dip much more than a toe in Wirth Lake either.

    Al, upon re-reading this post, I can’t stand it and have to go in and edit out the crois. I tried to force myself to leave it in there, but no can do.


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