I had an enjoyable eveing last night. Nothing in particular happened to make it good and nothing at all happened to put a damper on it either. Likewise for my day. I like it when that happens.
I began reading a new book. Sleep Toward Heaven by Amanda Eyre Ward. Should be interesting. I'll let you know.
There was a teacher who once worked where I do. She was only here for a year on an exchange sort of deal with our language arts teacher. P left a huge impression on all of us. Well those of us who have been here long enough to recall that time. Eh... hem!
You know how when you go to say something and a word eludes you? Its right there... you can even taste the letters on your tongue but you can't pull that sucker out. P told me that once you get to be her age... 63, that's how many words you are allowed to have in your head at any given time. She was 63, so she could only have 63 words. She had to be careful, she said, of learning new words... because if you learn a new one, one of the other 63 words have to go... and that's what causes that problem.
So this morning when I arrived at work one of the other staff members who is old enough to recall P was trying to tell me something about this squirrel and having a devil of a time coming up with the word she wanted. In the end it was "albino"... hence the photo up above. When she finally got it out, I laughed and asked her how many words she was allowed now. She got it immediately... 52.
Do you have a trick that you do when you forget a word or to help you remember words?
I do this ridiculous thing where I begin to madly describe things like I'm on the million dollar pyramid. It rarely helps. But you should see some of the great looks I get.