Cats! They are sometimes sweet, sometimes bonkers. One of mine seems to think he’s an otter! He’s just come upstairs purring gloriously and left wet paw prints next to me as I was sitting on the edge of the bed. A purraow and now he’s washing his paws. Reminds me of a quote from Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood…. Before you let the Sun in make sure it’s wiped it’s feet!
Freedom to play, freedom to think. Work with others, like this collaboration mural. The brain is plastic and it changes massively through childhood. Keeping hold of that willingness to learn and play helps solve problems, makes you think.
Memories of paddling in a river, or climbing a tree, having freedom to go to college and learn. I also think wit, and humour is important. Playing with words, striking up conversations with people. Enjoying puns and jokes, still being able to giggle. Fun is freedom to keep hold of your childhood.
Or as I remember it “floccynoccynillylipification” which is apparently the longest non technical word.
What does it mean? I’ll tell you in a bit…
I couldn’t remember how to spell it, but it lingers in the mind. I must have found it when I was little (I also learnt the Greek Alphabet off by heart from the dictionary) (alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, eta, theta, iota, kappa, lambda, mu, nu, xi, omicron, pi, roh, sigma, tau, upsilon, phi, chi, psi, omega) these may be wrong I just dragged them up from my memory.
By comparing these two things I don’t mean to indicate that the Greek Alphabet is useless! The root of many words can be traced back to the Greek Alphabet. And floccinaucinihilipilification is apparently made up of five Latin words strung together. No this post is about memory, in particular my silly and strange brain.
According to the Cambridge dictionary it means “the act of considering something to be not at all important or useful – used mainly as an example of a very long word”
It’s also considered to mean “worthless”. I hope you don’t think this post is?!
Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone? Is that the old saying?
I come from a humourous town. Where I lived people took pleasure in telling long and I silly stories. They liked word play and puns. We would howl with laughter over some of the daft jokes people told.
Now, laughter is a little less frequent but still enjoyable. That’s partly because where I live now has a different sense of humour, harder, more direct. But I will not relinquish my old style. I might come over as sarcastic, but it can be very funny. (Just too tired to think of a joke now!)
Just turn the oven down to 5 and set it for another hour?
Muttering in the kitchen….
OK done it..
Beep beep beep…
Why is the alarm beeping? It shouldnt happen for an hour?
Well I set it. Let me come and look..
You always tell me what to do. But you need to listen.
The cooker has two alarms, so I presumed he had set the top oven alarm. I also could see 1:08 on it but this seemed to be indicating the time?
I reset that to 22:00 and set the alarm (I thought) foe an hour. But what confused me was the time had a bell on it. An alarm. I tried changing the time, it would only go up to 23:59?
What? Set everything to zero, I did that and the cooker switched itself off! There is a timer that Starts and Finishes while you are away from the cooker… I’m learning!
Eventually I got it sorted
I know why he struggled. We both need more practice at setting timers. I hope the food cooks OK
Late last night, as I was sleeping in my armchair, there was a curious clattering noise. I woke up to see my big cat walking into the living room with the door of the cat flap and the surrounding plastic bit stuck round his belly!
A few years ago I had to replace the flap and the bit around it because he had battered the original flap trying to get through it. It was before he was our cat and he used to sneak in and pinch the other cats food. The replacement is a bit small so it can fall out if it’s treated roughly.
It was very amusing seeing him wearing the door as a skirt! He was soaking wet from the rain. Looking like a black and white otter! I released him from his trap. He fell asleep on the chair next to me.
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
I’d bring back a brachiosaurus. Basically because I think they were herbivores and relatively harmless… Unless it went for a walk along a motorway? The cars that could be crushed would be awful! But if I bought it back I would feel sorry for it as I doubt we could afford to create more than one. It would be left to grow old and dies alone. If we did create a partner, what would we do if they were to breed? How would it effect the lives of other land animals? Would they strip the land of food? Would they be allergic to modern plants? Too many questions!
Or I would bring back a swimming dinosaur and release it into Loch Ness in Scotland. Then there would be a real monster in the Loch. I image that would increase the tourism in the area.
I’d be interested to know how it could be done, apparently the method in Jurassic park of getting dinosaur DNA from a fly trapped in amber is not possible. Maybe reverse evolution, taking out genes to de-evolve an animal, perhaps a bird, back to one of its ancestors? But how would they choose the right genes? Interesting thought though, maybe they would end up with miniature pterasaurs?