Friday, September 09, 2016

Welcome To The (End Of) The Working Week...


The day the work week started it sure seemed like summer, from a weather point of view of least, ended also.

And, just as suddenly, there were kids everywhere at the place I work.

Kids that, at least in part, it is my job to teach a thing or three.

Which always scares the bejeebuz out of me for the first few days or so.


When I finally got back to the non-teaching stuff near week's end, I found myself staring at the word 'forgot' as I was writing an Email to a colleague.

Because it just didn't look right.

That word, I mean.

And, given one of my New (School) Year's resolutions, this time I eschewed the Google and instead reached for my wee little pocket Oxford dictionary.

Which, when I stuck my thumb in it opened directl to the page above.


Do you think the non-digital parallel universe of real things was trying to tell me something?

Earworm from the header?....Try...This!
And, ya, I stayed away from the Loverboy on purpose, especially given the fact that I was recently informed that even the cowbell might not be real on the original track.



North Van's Grumps said...


And here we thought that every single 'sentence' was being copied to the internet to be found by a Google search.

Zero hits for your pocket Oxford on FORGET on Page 196

Oxford, forget v.t./i. (p.t. forgot, p.p. forgotten) lose remembrance (of); stop thinking about

RossK said...


Might have something to do with the fact that I've had that little pocket dictionary since my gradual student days (i.e. pre-Mosaic).