Things fall into patterns, don’t you think? Why, just the other day, I realized I had not used the word “mutter” in quite some time, and then what happens? I run into the Rap Whisperer on the light rail, the one I nicknamed MC Mutter.
Muttering coming from the office across from me.
Sandra is in there.
And she’s muttering.
I fell for it, the first, oh, two dozen times. Dimwittedly – but persistently! – I would respond.
“What’s that, Sandra?”
“Oh, nothing. I’m just talking to myself.”
This happened with enough frequency that I no longer answer even if she’s talking to me.
She wants my attention?
She can throw a wad of paper at me like everyone else.
But what is this with the word repetition? Are there only so many words allotted to me, say, by month? I recall that last autumn I heard a lot of the words “hops and grains”.
It was an excellent time.
So if “mutter” is June’s Word of the Month, what do I have to look forward to in July? Can there be Words of the Month? How about “Heat stroke”? “Flagrant”?
How about “Bring Your Own Beer”?
I like that. "Bring Your Own Beer". There's a nice ring to it.
You know what? July’s going to be all right.
Winter mornings and pottery
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