Feeling inspired by the recent gold medal win of Katie Taylor from Bray, Ireland, two county Kerry sheep decide to ascend Carrantuohill in celebration. They couldn’t just sit around and eat after all that, could they? 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
I am stuck and need help. I have been rather fixated for the past day on the word “conundrum.” It’s one of those words that I really like, and I have on occasion tried to use, but truthfully, I really can’t wrap my mind around the full meaning. Here’s good old Webster’s words of wisdom:
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied. “What’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.
“Nor I,” said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. “I think you might do something better with the time,” she said, “than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers.”
My husband and I were enjoying a quiet, kids-are-out-of-the-house dinner date at home. Eating Chinese take-out, talking without interruptions, laughing at silly inside jokes, you get the picture. Then we get to the “opening of the fortune cookie” ritual. My slip of paper was of no consequence and is irrelevant to the post at hand. Ed’s paper however, said the following:
“Don’t expect romantic attachments to be strictly logical or rational!”
My sweet husband held this small piece of paper up beside my face, read it out loud, looked at me, looked back at the paper, nodded, and said, “Yep, I can see that.”
I laughed indignantly, pretending to be insulted, but it was too funny to be. Besides, I was strangely flattered to be considered illogical and irrational. Don’t ask me why; it’s probably some side effect of being a musician. 🙂
Romance is wonderful, heady, lovely, and yes, sometimes illogical and irrational. But marrying Ed was the most logical and rational thing I have ever done, and I’m glad that he romantically attached himself to me.
Slainte, Lisa
The older I get, the more I realize how much I don’t know. Yesterday, my husband casually stated in conversation, “Don’t worry; it’s copacetic.” Copacetic? I was convinced that he had made this word up, or that I had misheard him. “What did you say?” I asked him. “You know, ‘copacetic;’ everything’s good,” he continued.
In all my years of living and reading, I had never heard this word. I mean, Ed & I have known each other since we were 14 and have run in basically the same circles, yet he was extremely comfortable in casually using this word in his daily conversation. Yet copacetic and I were strangers to each other. I was floored and wierdly excited about this turn of events. Yes, I am a word geek, truth be told.
Here is the meaning and pronunciation from Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary:
When Ed & Joshua are chilling out on the rocks, everything’s “copacetic.”
A sheep on a Monday…note the tension in her back.
Sheep chilling on a Friday…contemplating the relaxing weekend ahead.
Ok, I promise, that’s the last sheep post for at least a week. I will reform. 🙂
Slainte, Lisa
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