(Spotted quoll SeanMack [CC BY-SA 3.0 ])
So…#AccountaClub Friday, where we talk about how our weeks are going and how we are doing with our goals. And in the spirit of A to Z, I’m going to ask myself a few questions.
Have I kept up with the blog posts?
Am I hopelessly behind on comments and visits and generally not being a bad participant in A to Z?
There’s something about this year, and all that’s going on in it. Not so much as excuse but an observation. Then with the headaches, I got way behind…and here we are at Q.
Did I work out this week?
Yep. Even with a weird knee pain that seems to have subsided, five days, five workouts.
That’s me. How was your week?
Yes, I completely forgot to do this last week. COMPLETELY. I wrote an A to Z post but didn’t do a photo prompt.
So in case you are unfamiliar, on Thursdays when I don’t totally blow it, I post a photo and we write a ten word story about it. Exactly ten words.
I managed to stick to the animals, too.
OK, ready? Here’s mine.
Oh Timmy’s VERY advanced. He stopped feet-sitting hours ago.
(Photo by Jean van der Meulen from Pexels)
Is anyone else running through the alphabet in your head each time you sit down to write a post? To make sure you have the right day?
I thought I’d have the alphabet down pat by now.
Maybe I didn’t?
Or packs a lot of punch in those two little letters, which, if I’m being honest and I’m always honest, are starting to look weird next to one another already.
You can change an entire hour, an entire day, an entire lifetime, an entire universe with that tiny little “or.”
“Sliding Doors” and all its progeny were built on or. Every single “or” is a Choose Your Own Adventure, a separate path, a fork in the road.
See what I mean?
Today was a struggle for a word. Not that there aren’t a number of words that start with N; so many of them are so empty. Nothing. No-one. Nowhere.
N has a serious case of the negatives.
But who doesn’t love a word that is both a thing and an action, but the two are entirely, entirely unrelated?
Why should the word for the fantastically delicious and versatile food staple also mean to think? And why would “noodle” come to mean head/brain/mind?
It’s a mystery.
Probably not a big mystery because it’s likely just a google search away, but whatever the background, it won’t match the delightful weirdness of the outcome.
Should I check?
I’m going to check.
Well, I was right, and they don’t really know either. The best guess is that it’s altered version of “noddle,” which was a stupid person. Noddle is a fun word to pick up, though in this tech world people will just assume you misspelled “noodle.”
Oh well. Tuesday on we go.
You’re probably wondering about that jumble of letters up there. What you’re seeing is an #AtoZChallenge brainchild!
Yep. Not only do you get blogging, you could get brainchildren.
Last year, a number of people enjoyed the disciplined way that A to Z keeps you blogging. But getting projects finished can prove tricky, especially if taking advantage of more than one of April’s challenges.
So MAYkingItWork was born.
It’s a no-pressure May challenge where you take that project that’s been annoying you–whatever project that may be–and you, well, make it work.
That challenge gave rise to #AccountaClub. And Donna McNicol’s JuKnowUCanDoIt. Which, shockingly, happens in June.
We’re a punny people.
Hang around in May, if you’re so inclined!
Before we talk about how I am it, can we talk about what a great word “lackadaisical” is? Despite being nearly impossible to spell?
It is, itself, nearly musical in its tumbling lazily toward its finish. Lackadaisical. It’s careless and it doesn’t care.
Which, I suppose, is the crux of being careless.
I, on the other hand, do care, but I also nearly forgot to blog today. Just as I nearly forgot it was #AccountaClub yesterday.
Wherever the ball is, I am not on it.
But I may have made a discovery. I was talking toothpaste with my father, as one does. He’s a doctor, and I told him that the one I use has potassium nitrate in it.
Which is a migraine trigger. “Eureka!” he exclaimed.
Well, he didn’t really but it makes for a better story.
Is it possible that my scrupulous oral hygiene has set me up for these headaches? We’ll soon see. I’ve changed the toothpaste.
Don’t worry though, my lackadaisiality doesn’t extent to brushing my teeth.
Still behind. Still sorry. And I have so much catching up to do after my headaches, so it will probably take a bit, so I’m not ignoring you, I still adore you or am thrilled to meet you, I’m just behind.
And on to knotty. Which is how I found this post this morning, struggling as I was to find a K. It’s funny how we can tangle up and and around ourselves, exacerbating whatever pressure we had in the first place.
Which I am now doing.
Sometimes things seem to knot up all on their own, the metaphorical and the literal alike. Take, for instance, my headphones.
How is it that no matter what state I leave them in, the next time I see them they’re the World’s Biggest Ball of Headphones? Is it personal?
Stress does that too, back in the metaphorical realm, it weaves the problems together until it’s difficult to pick one out of the other. Not that I have any experience with that or anything.
But at least it’s Friday, and I’m now realizing this post isn’t AccountaClubby at all. In fact, I only just realized it was supposed to be (sneaky me) and that I hadn’t done the photo prompt yesterday.
See what I mean? Knots.
So: for #Accountaclub: yay #AtoZ! Yay many other annoying tasks that have to get done! Yay exercise!
Boo writing! Boo being a bad commenter and visitor!
How was your week? Knotty?