Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Some small things are important

I guess I have given up on finding the ring.

I wore Wayne's wedding ring on the middle finger of my right hand since he died. Nearly eleven years.

Until about three weeks ago, when I noticed it wasn't there.

I have no idea when or where it came off my finger.

It was very important to me. I feel bad and very sad.

In the back of my mind, though, I keep expecting it to appear somehow.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

What do you call it?

Okay, here's my question, or questions. Not particularly important, but I'm curious.

Why is the restroom called the restroom? We don't exactly rest in there.

And why is it that we say, "I need to go to the bathroom," when we don't plan to take a bath but only to use the toilet?

When I was in elementary school, the place was called The Lavatory. Yes, we did wash our hands in there, or we were supposed to . . . after we used the toilet, which is why we went in there.

Outhouse I see. I mean it is outside of the house. But still it avoids the word "toilet."

It isn't a bad word, toilet, and has been used historically to mean something other than the way we use it today, as in A Lady at her Toilet, which was where she put the final touches on her hair and makeup. Or her personal maid did those things for her. The Lady could be sitting or standing, and it was usually done in her bedroom, facing a mirror, not in the "bathroom."

But that information I insert only so you will know I know about it. Really, it may have little to do with my original question, but it does raise another question.

How did that use of the word "toilet" change to the toilet we know?

Friday, November 8, 2013

Little Annoyances, or Biggish

igoogle went away November 1. Bummer and a half.

I have been disoriented and irritated. No longer can I, with one click of the mouse, see all the blogs I write and follow, see the phases of the moon, see the daily weather, read a poem daily, get a few news stories. All right in front of my face at once. One click.

I will have to adjust, have to cope, have to learn and make the best of it.

No big thing, you say, I'll bet.