Well, I must admit that Eustace has done an outstanding job on the installing of our ship’s new baby cabin.
The only problem is, where to put the baby. Eustace put so many stuffed camels in the room, we’ll be lucky to get her into the crib. The silly camel is so proud of how the room turned out, I don’t have the heart to tell him we need to tone it down on the plushie bonanza!
Happy Wednesday, everyone.
Hugs
Eustace has begun volunteering at a local daycare, in recent days.
He insists that the babysitting of our granddaughter is a very important task, and one that will need a helper! He’s taken it upon himself to pursue a baby training course. They’re offering a class right down the street, at a local childcare center.
The camel reasoned that if I were ever in need of his assistance, he’d be prepped and ready. I don’t think it will last, however, once he’s expected to change a diaper.
Let’s see the camel try and figure that one out…
I’ve answered this prompt on several occasions, but last years response is still my favorite!
Enjoy…
I had to laugh when I saw this prompt, as it brought up a memory that had been lost to me… so thank you, WordPress!
I swear that I might have been born in the wild, because my earliest memories include riding bareback while still in diapers… ya, I have a mind like a steel trap!
Anyways, camping is something that came naturally to this girl, and so, I passed it on to my children. My daughters have been camping since before they were born, as I freely went camping during my pregnancies. When my girls began to grow, we began traveling with a group of about 4 or 5 other families during the summer months, camping and fishing throughout the great Northwest. From southern Oregon, across Idaho and into Montana, and even into British Columbia.
Needless to say, my family are avid campers, fishers, hikers and hunters! They weren’t always so experienced at this stuff, and it took a great deal of training and practice, especially in the bathroom department, if you know what I mean? I had three girls!
How does one raise a little girl to be a tough camper, and yet still be a little lady? Like I said, we traveled with a huge group of camping families, which meant cooking together, bathing in close proximity to others, and yes, using the restroom in groups, for security!
With little ones running around, we grown ups thought it was easiest to make an appropriate code word, to signal our restroom intentions. If one needed to use the restroom, we simply said, “I have to go camping”, and anyone who needed to go, simply agreed to come along.
Now, this went on for nearly an entire summer before one of my girls finally asked, “Mamma, how come the grown-ups keep saying they’re camping and then disappear into the woods?”
I explained that it was a polite way of saying that we needed to use the restroom, without saying it in front of others. She didn’t question me further, and seemed not to even understand what I’d said. About a week later, all the families gathered at our home to plan the next upcoming adventure.
There we all were, standing around the kitchen talking, when my daughter marches into the midst of the group and boldly announced, “Everyone, I need to go camping… that means I have to go poop!”
I nearly dropped the plate in my hands!
The entire room went silent for a moment, and then erupted into laughter!
All of the adults in the room knowingly laughed themselves silly, while my daughter marched off to the bathroom. The rest of the day was filled with children running around the house, loudly claiming they needed to camp and then laughing about it!
I’m still laughing…
Want a cookie?
Now that we’re back aboard The Torrent, I’ve set about reading through some of the books in Wiwohka’s office.
If there are things we’re needing to know while at sea, I need to be able to read these old books. More than just reading them, though. I’ll need a better understanding of many older terms and phrases than we’re used to reading in modern writings. I’m not just talking about all the thee’s, thou’s, or hence forth, and such. Those are easy enough to adjust to while doing my reading, but I get derailed every time I come across words I’ve never before seen used. Thus far, much of my reading has been from current publications that come across the desk. Nothing in all that will be useful in deciphering old maritime maps, scrolls, and letters from abroad.
I know Wiwohka says she doesn’t need my help in all this, but who am I, if not for a literary entrepreneur, right?!
So, how does one become more familiar with the wide world of words? Why we use the good ole World Wide Web, of course!
Where to start our educational search, is the first question to ask. Well, I simply went to Mr. McGoogle and typed this:
“Unique and unused words in the English language”
And so it has begun…
According to Google’s AI overview,
These unique and rarely used English words are often prized for their specificity, evocative sounds, or niche meanings, ranging from poetic descriptions to obsolete, humorous terms.
Unique Words for Specific Moments
**I used the internet to create appropriate sentences**
One must take a word by it’s meaning and then re-create it in a usable fashion, right? Let’s see how I do…
The early mornings apricity felt pleasant on her skin, as she made her way across the snowy expanse.
I know, a rather long-winded sentence for making the meaning clear enough to understand. I have much work ahead.
The air was thick with petrichor as the storm broke, rejuvenating the parched earth.
I guess it’s a decent enough word, though I might just as easily have said that it smells fresh after the first rain of the season. Oh well, one must broaden their vocabulary if they wish to become wiser.
The only sound in the forest was the soft psithurism of Autumn leaves.
Why do we have to make things so complicated, I wonder. I would just say that I could hear the sound of the wind in the trees. In truth, it takes longer just to make sure that I spell the word correctly.
She felt a quiet sonder watching the commuters, wondering about the hidden stories behind every stranger’s face.
I don’t know that I shall ever find need of this particular word, but you never knows when I might come across it in one of these old books.
Against all odds, the unexpected rescue felt like a total eucatastrophe to the stranded hikers.
While I wouldn’t exactly find a use for this word, it’s easy enough to understand the meaning if one already knows what a catastrophe is.
Sarah experienced limerence for her new coworker, finding herself constantly daydreaming about him.
Can’t we just say she had a crush on him? So much easier to say, although it’s understandable that no one would understand my meaning, unless they were already familiar with my choice of words.
This last one’s easy, and I don’t even need the internet’s help with the sentence…
When she rubbed her tired eyes, she saw phosphene’s.
Everyone is familiar with seeing stars, right?! I’m so glad that at least one of these words seems easy enough to remember, and not so hard to write down, either.
Just wait! You’ll see. Before you know it, I shall become one of the most renowned seafaring journalists in all the seas, with none matching my literary prowess! Well, it could happen, you know. We’ll never know unless we try, right?!
I pulled this off of Google, by asking for any funny news stories…
In an unexpected turn of events on April 23, 2026, three baby rabbits became unlikely seafaring adventurers after stowing away in a container in Dundee, Scotland, and ending up 93 miles off the coast of Lincolnshire on a North Sea oil rig.
Here are the highlights of this “odd news” story:
The rescue charity praised the offshore crews for their “maximum effort” in caring for the intrepid trio during their accidental 22-hour ocean adventure.
All is well in the world of small creatures. That is, unless the bunnies were nefarious bandits, seeking new lands to conquer! In that case, we may need to form a delegation, of sorts, to govern the bands of wild naughty bunnies roaming the high seas, lol.
The first thing that popped into my mind, when I read this prompt question, was the time I ate a piece of chocolate cake that the cat had peed on! I wish I were joking, but alas, there is nothing made up about that event.
What would I have done differently? I would have made the cat live outdoors much sooner than I did. The peeing on things had begun about a month prior. I’d been attempting to correct the cats behavior, rather than evicting her from the house… until that day!
Why on earth would this be the first thing I came up with, as I read the daily prompt?
As a general rule of thumb, I do not look on past decisions as something I would change. I stay away from the whole woulda shoulda coulda mindset, not only because it’s done and gone, but because our past makes us who we are now. Mess with one eensie weensie past decision and who knows what might be affected, here in the present.
So, for the most part, there isn’t a great list of things I would venture to safely change… aside for the cat and the cake… that I could un-remember!
Here, have a piece of cake… I’m sure it’ll be fine! This cutie wouldn’t dream of being naughty…
Eustace has taken it upon himself to collect all the new images needed for our springtime site maintenance.
Hey, hiring a professional photographer is ridiculously expensive, so when the camel volunteered… well, I didn’t have the heart, or the pocketbook, to argue with him. In all honesty, he’ll probably do far better than I could.
God speed, Eustace!
Oh, and watch out for tics and sand fleas… they can be real buggers (get it? Bug-errrs)
There was a time when I could say that I was the poster child for Anxiety! My nervousness was my very own survival mechanism of choice!
Not much of my life went the way I’d wanted, leaving me traumatized and wounded for many, many years. All of the life interuptuses I’ve endured, some from my own making, have landed me with two nervous roommates that never leave… IBS and Fibromyalgia.
While you may be wondering why I’ve allowed them to stay, to me, they are more like helpless children, needing constant care and supervision. In good conscience, I could no sooner evict these two, than I could my own children. By loving and tending my roommates, or scars if you will, God allows me to manage my own nervous anxieties, with grace, compassion and understanding.
Assigning a specific culprit to hold responsibility for making us nervous, seems rather silly. As WordPress is not leading a support group or therapy session, by asking everyone what makes them nervous, the only thing this prompt will successfully do is make everyone nervous about answering what makes them nervous.
Did they even look up the definition of the word, before they thought to ask the question? I did!
According to Google, which the world seems to think knows everything, the definition of nervous is this:
easily agitated or alarmed; tending to be anxious; highly strung.
“a sensitive, nervous person”
It seems rather ludicrous to ask a nervous person what makes them nervous! It quickly became apparent to me that the idea of being nervous is a mannerism, or a trait that has long since been established. Once I read the definition, I began thinking about how hard it would be to just randomly come up with an easy answer, over a cup of coffee in the morning.
If it were that easy for all us nervous folk to discover what makes us nervous, there would be millions of spare dollars floating around, that no longer need to be paid to the professionals who spend years learning how to become a therapist!
Just sayin…
Here, have a cookie…
They were supposed to look like pins and needles, but as the AI art generator reflects, it was much easier said than done! The closest it could come to what I wanted, was cookies stabbed by a decorative paperclip… go figure!
Ok, so I was bored this morning. If I’m to be honest with you, there was nothing in my think box that would be fitting for our normal literary investigations. It just wasn’t happening.
Out of desperation for a topic, I reached out to good ole Mr. McGoogle, in the hopes that I might find something useful to discuss.
But, what to ask? How does one come to find a useful topic, without the right query to pose, right?! That was an Interrobang, by the way. You’ll never guess how I know that?
I went out on the web and typed,
Words not often used in the English language
This was my result,
AI Overview
Rare and underused words in the English language often serve to describe specific feelings, sounds, or actions with intense precision. Many are antiquated, regional, or highly niche in their application, leading them to be replaced by simpler, more general terms in modern conversation.
Forgotten and Archaic Words
Highly Specific Descriptive Words
Words That Deserve Wider Use
Obscure Adjectives
Whimsical and Odd Words
Words for Specific Situations
If nothing else, this was an incredibly entertaining bit of research. I had no idea that I was a Librocubicularist. I think my autocorrect just had a seizure!
Which one is your favorite? I’m torn between Skurryfunge and Treppenwitz, probably because I’ve found myself doing both, often enough.
If society readily continued with the use of most of these, I think it would really spice up many of our conversations, don’t you?! See how easy it is to do. You too can become a successful Interrobanger!
Well… how else is a camel supposed to take a bath?
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