No. 114 Murder for coffee…?

The exact quote is ” Do you know…I could murder a cup of coffee.” The quote comes from the LoveJoy series.

What a strange way to say “I desperately need a cup of coffee.”…Anyone that says they are going to murder a cup of coffee shouldn’t be drinking it. They should be banned from all coffee shops world wide and be allotted to say soy milk-straight-unsweetened. Period. I know the man is trying to look suave and debonair …leaning against his Porche…like a movie star. Even the way he is holding his body…it’s like he’s saying”please take the picture from this side of my face..it’s my best side.” So I looked up what it meant. The examples given will give you a good idea. 1) Digging out that tree in the backyard yesterday was murder to my back. 2) Walking up 6042 steps to the top of the tower was murder to my knees.  3) I’m starving…I could murder a curry.  Makes sense right? Still I feel like an injustice is taking place when it pertains to my beloved  coffee. .

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No. 8….Aaaaaaaah!

This word reminds me of a canoe where each of the  “a’s” is  a person rowing.  All the “a’s” are making a sound…Can you hear it? Aaaaaaaah!  It sounds like the mouth noise we make when we watch fireworks on July 4th…One moment, they were just a group of tourists taking pictures of the lava flow…Talking loudly to be heard over the loud booming noises. “Uncle George will never believe the amazing footage ! OOOOh! Look at that red lava …Doesn’t that remind you of that dress I bought last year on Black Friday in the Mall of America? What an absolute steal it was …I only paid…What is that sulfuric smell?  Oh Peter, aren’t you glad you signed up for this excursion of a life time? Instead of sulking in the bedroom because there’s no wi-fi on the island? We seem to be entering an ash-like fog…wierd!” A babble of voices silenced abruptly in unison when a large volcanic boulder just misses their canoe! A sigh of relief.  Aaaaaaaah!  It just missed their boat! It was like it was a AAM with a homing device! A macro-second later they are being thrust to and fro into amazing surf boarding waves …and the Aaaaaaah has turned up an octave! (Peter oblivious to the surrounding danger keeps filming….) Fish are now starting to jump into their canoe…Weighing it down…Aaaaaaaah…In unison they start to throw the wiggling fish and their gear into the waters….With a sigh of relief, in unison they sigh… Aaaaaaaah…they look with hope to the horizon’s setting sun…

Only to see that their predicament has worsened when a huge Sea God named Poseidon raises up on his haunches .. He’s getting ready to throw his javelin at…. The only canoe in the vincinity! What? How can this be? Has he forgotten We are tourists! We help the economy! Aaaaaaaah…this is soooo unfair !

 

 

No. 5 Another one ….AAM

An AAM is an air to air missile fired from an aircraft for the purpose of destroying another aircraft. Powered by rocket motors linked with an active homing sensor. It makes me think of a James Bond movie where the other fighter jets missiles are trying blow him up with some bimbo blond fretting in the background. Just reading the definition made me wince. I don’t believe in wars. Especially if we are in them to make money. I was upset when President Obama utilized more drones in his administration. But now, dealing with the present president I can only surmise it’s only gotten worse. People on this side of the world, seem to forget how many innocent people are being “accidentally killed”. Many people seem to take it for granted while living in the U.S. and are totally clueless on how hard it is to live in these war-torn countries.  But at least I’m not alone in my voice of dissent. I think I did this word to remind myself not to tune out things – I don’t like….

Today I want to write about a different kind of AAM ( air to air missile)  It’s strange lately in the news about all the people who seem to go out of their way to be mean-spirited to other folks. It’s like they are missing  a filter in their brain that says to them …Stop! This is not a good idea! Leave that person alone! Whatever is in their hands gets thrown. Lately , its been coffee. Coffee is becoming  a “missile” of doom for the person receiving it and later for the person sending it off in an irritable manner. In everyday life a person can get their fifteen minutes of fame and their mug shot on Fox News if they forget that hot coffee is only supposed to be drunken. It is not something “smart” to throw in someone else’s face.  Not a good idea. You may even get to stay a night in jail if the other person presses charges. Hopefully , in the morning you will be served a continental breakfast with hot coffee . Even though the day ahead may stink royally…your morning cup of joe will make that very moment.. that first sip…special.  Aaaaah…..

No.6 Aalto

As you have probably guessed I’ve already mixed up my words and am trying desperately to get them back into formation.  Aba and Abacus should  have been after Aalto. I would think the job of a librarian would be fraught with alphabetical errors . Especially if there are multiple “A’s” in a word. When viewing the word “Aalto” I started to think maybe it was an Italian word. I googled… Alto. One sentence pops up… A man may have an alto voice .(deep) That sounded right . A few minutes later  I noticed even in my google search I’d forgotten to type in an extra “A”. Aaah..Ha!  It’s not a word but a name! Hugo Alvar Henrik Aalto. Clueless I then entered Wikipedia land to find out more. While researching and looking at pictures of his designs I started to remember a “certain” vase I broke when I was 10 years old.  It was even green like the one above. I had seen my mom angry before ( I have 3 older brothers that broke all kinds of things…windows..a foot through the living room ceiling …furniture …) I can’t remember of course how I did it…maybe I was bouncing a ball in the house…My mom just got really quiet. Turns out it was a gift from a friend that travelled  in Finland. Created and designed by Hugo Alvar Henrik Aalto! I can still remember how uncomfortable it was trying to tell my mom “Don’t worry mom I can glue it back together….” I don’t think she ever forgave me on this one. Oh well …Kids!

No. 5 AAlii

I have a friend called Jane,  who loves to play Scrabble. She periodically collects her friends together to play a riveting game . We huddle, four persons to each board trying to eke out extra points.   I’m known to either lose miserably or have points in the hundreds while everyone else is at 14, 12,  20’s.  There have been many times where I’ve drawn 7 tiles and 4 or more were vowels.  You wonder if the Scrabble gods are laughing …rolling on the floor gulping for air in between large giggles.  After reading this Jane may shake in her shoes…Now I have a word that will release me from high anxiety vowel tile torture. “Aalii.” Oooooh…I have a winner! Of course, someone will question if …”Aalii” is a “real” word…and I will be able to say with bravado that it is a bush or tree that grows in Australia, Hawaii, and Africa. They will look up at me with eyes filled with wonderment…It’s known for dark wood, sticky leaves and deep roots . Which makes it good for erosion on hills. Like icing on the cake I will  be able to add that this life form is  also known to be wind and drought resistant.  I know they will be impressed with my intelligence. The only problem with this word is that all the tiles only make 1 point each so I will have to make sure “aalii” is placed on a deep  red  triple word score box on one of the four corners on the scrabble board  if not I will only make a measly 5 points! 

No. 4 Abaca

I figure the reader is thinking I’m making up these words…but I’m not. They are in my Dad’s Dictionary. Just to prove it I have another dictionary….The American College Dictionary. I must have bought it second-hand because the name on the title page isn’t mine. It’s Edwin  P. Powers. Dated 1960. In the city of St. Paul, Minnesota. Yes …here it is “Abaca” .a plant found in the country – Philippines. It is used to create rope. My third dictionary is Harper Collins Pocket Chinese Dictionary. The word does not exist in it. So two out of three is actually a good representation.  So I googled it. I was amazed on what I was missing out on. “Abaca” is also called Manila Hemp. It can grow 13 to 22 feet tall. It reminded me of bamboo. It’s grown in countries where it’s both hot and humid. The  Philippines and Ecuador are the main producers..While Europe, Japan and the U.S. are the main consumers. All kinds of uses. Twine, rope, fish nets, rugs, hammocks , cigarette filters even tea bags! There is even a connection to coffee. The sacks that coffee beans are stored  in and transported in are made with abaca. And what’s the connection to  …Japan? Well…their currency is made up of 30% abaca!  I wonder if Michael Atkins a blogger at WordPress.com (mpatravels.wordpress.com) knows about abaca ? He has a blog of photography of Japanese images. What I liked as well is that it’s planted on hillsides to help curb erosion and slow down mudslides …I wish it could be used to stop the volcanoes from erupting …Maybe that will be in the future. I feel like I’m back in school learning stuff that won’t help me get a better job but as my mom would always say …it’ll make me more well-rounded person that will be more fun to talk to.  Sometimes I watch the show Jeopardy and I’m fascinated with the amount of knowledge the contestants seem to have . With all that knowledge they walk away with at least $20,000 dollars in winnings for a half an hour of answering questions. I’m always envious. Who knows they might not be able to tie their shoes or make a cup of coffee from  beans. ….

No. 3 The word is “Aba”

Instantly the spell check kicked in questioning the validity of the word….aba. But when I clicked on it I got the message there weren’t any errors. Strange. If you love older music You might think you recognize this word and shout out ABBA ! You might even start disco dancing to the tune…”Dancing Queen”.  STOP THE MUSIC!  Too many b’s. You may suggest maybe it’s the name of the cute little goat above. Good summation, but alas again wrong! You will  never guess….It is really a type fabric that is woven using  either camel or goat hair. It becomes a loose-fitting covering for men in the Middle East. The only time we ever see camels in town is when the circus is in town or you are at the Renaissance Fair. When the temperature dips below 30 below you hear of small goats huddling together to generate heat in the farms outside of the city…You can sometimes hear the small voices baaaaing …..but I’ve never seen a camel…llamas maybe but not camels. Which is wise because they have long skinny legs with 6 AAAAAA WIDE FEET. With all the ice and snow I wouldn’t like one of them slipping and falling on my car. It would be like a moose…my car would to totalled! Boy, that was a random thought! Let’s get serious here! Please don’t forget that goats invented…found…first chewed on and/or demonstrated the positive attributes of coffee.  They found it as they were grazing on this strange bush, somewhere in Ethiopia.  Afterwards the sheep herders saw they were full of pep and vigor. So they surmised it was due to the bush. Thank goodness for goats!

No.2 “AAAAAA”

“In here Peg, put on the coffee and take a letter…..”  This quote is being recycled. It was originally used way back in the beginning of this blog.  No. 7: A Classic Cop    This antiquated quote was found in the cop series called Mannix  Season 2 : “Odds Against Donald Jordon.”

The word above in the title….”AAAAAA” is a word. Kind-of.  I found it half way down the second column of plain old “a” words in my dad’s dictionary. It’s a proportional shoe width size narrower than AAAAA  and wider than AAAAAAA. I’m unsure if this measurement technique is even used in United States, because I am not a man with man feet! Oh, I’ve heard about large necks measurements for ties and  measurements for large heads for hats . Alas, for feet? I am clueless. Though thinking back I have seen extraordinarily large feet on clowns, usually really big red ones . Also in the movie “Kinky Boots” the drag queens desired truly tall, big beautiful, sequined boots as a necessary accessory to a gorgeous outfit. But what I’m curious is about the normal guy…like the one above,  in the illustration…with his big feet on his desk stance. He’s asking Peg to make the coffee and write a letter for him because he’s the boss.

Can you imagine walking into your favorite coffee shop and ordering A-6 wide cup of coffee? I can only dream.  So if you are a man or if you love one tell me if this shoe measurement system still exists or is nonexistent? I’m just curious. 

“A” coffee…No.1 (“A” start-over…)

“You take sugar? I told you ! I don’t want a coffee!”  This quote came from the Wallander series. Episode 3. Called “The Brother.”

“A” large dictionary is taking up a third of my desk, this morning. It was my dad’s dictionary. It’s The Random House Dictionary of the English Language. It’s a tomb. I noticed there aren’t any page numbers. On the title page I found a secret message…dated : 7-31-01. Short and sweet. “To my dearest daughter! ” with my dad’s signature. A message I didn’t even know existed till today.

My daughter and I had found the dictionary in his condo library,  At that very moment I vowed I would bring it home. My mom also had the same sized tomb in the house my family grew up in. When we were kids we would always ask my mom …Mom, how do you spell aardvark, for example?  A strange word always circled in red by your English teachers…After awhile she got both tired and smart about our continuous spelling questions…We started to hear the words ….”Look it up in the dictionary !” It sat on its own stand in my living room and there we would stand leafing through numerous pages trying to find the correct spelling for an animal that doesn’t live in Minnesota but does exist in Africa.

Before we left Naples he must have written his message to me.  When I started writing he had been ill for a couple of years. In June, I  stopped writing in my blog because it just seemed like all the important people in my life had died. I was trying to heal my own body as I grieved for others. I found it very hard to do. 

 Originally, I started my blog because of my dad. He always wanted to write a book…so my blog was my connection to him. I think it was what some people call a spiritual connection in that he was already living in the world of dementia…I don’t think he had the capacity to read it. I just “felt” the connection.  My dad loved words as I did. He didn’t even question my furtive actions of quietly packing up his dictionary and bringing it home to Minnesota. 

I decided to utilize his dictionary in my quest to learn new words. The first word it seems in every language  is always an “a” .  A dog…a cat….a baby…a house.  “A cup of coffee…please! ” Even in my Chinese dictionary it exists. It’s just said differently. In my Dad’s dictionary its stated as the first letter in the alphabet, a vowel.  As I scan down the page I notice there’s two columns of “a” definitions… I am only on the first word…first page and I am already becoming overwhelmed. An inking idea is starting to ruminate in my addled brain…Can I somehow still tie this in with coffee? Another love of mine?  What about poetry?  Politics?  Art?  Movies? Printmaking? Only time will tell …

No.362 I Need to resign- Immediately !

Oh woe is me…
Scott Pruitt is free…
From all the EPA regulations!
Unfortunately, for all that breathe…
He screwed up our water…
and air conditions ..
To save money …
For whom? May I ask?
Laughed and clapped his hands
Jubilantly…
Not because the country was safer…
But because of the sitting arrangements …
At top-rated basketball games!
His wife is probably a bit peeved…
For her high priced job
slipped threw her fingers…
Even the Chick-a -fill franchise …
disappeared…
But his daughter’s Washington, D.C.’s …
Internship  job silently slid under
the wire of scrutiny…
Saved!!! Score!!
Whoo…Whee!!!
Along the way …
Spending money like it ” grows on trees…”
3.5 million dollars on 24 hour security….
Seven days a week…
Called bad names…Given dirty looks…
Asked to think about his decisions….
The last and ultimate reasoning …
By a young mom and her wee babe…
Giving 72.3 percent raises to his “dateless” minions…
While everyone else is in a wage freeze!
18 Federal Investigations….Paranoia?
That’s why….”WE PAID” for the $43,000 Secret…phone booth…
His replacement is …standing by…
Andrew Wheeler…
A former COAL Lobbyist…
UMMM..
Are we going to have a repeat performance?
Even though the Pruitt’s live …
In a moneyed …gated community…
They forget our water is theirs…
Their water is ours…
Their air is mine..
My air is theirs…
We alas, are intricately linked
For all destiny!

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