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Day 2 on the journey with my parents to Florida…..
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Florida
Travel Days and Inside Jokes
To write a post on the whole drive down would take a while, especially to explain individual pictures, so I will try to see if I can post notes on each picture I’d like to comment on….. we’ll see if it works 😉 Continue reading
Day 1/2
Well, today we arrived at our destination in Florida.
In keeping with my idea from last year, I’ll be letting you all in on the more notable things I find when walking on the beach. The purpose of this is clear: to give me a hobby and something to do after dark, as I’m staying with my parents in a relatively quiet area of retiree refuge of Florida (haha). Also, for those who may not have been to the ocean before, I hope it provides a channel through which you can vicariously live. Plus, some things are just plain awesomely wacky. To begin! Continue reading
Il ne faut pas confondre les faux pas / One mustn’t confuse the faux pas…..
“faux pas”
I noticed this curious little tidbit probably a few months ago, it resurfaced when I was in Florida, and just again today, so I thought I’d share this with you.
I’m curious if the first people to use “faux pas” in its current sense realized they had two sets of homonyms that end up with the same overarching meaning….. quite witty if they did. Here’s how it works:
“faux pas”:
“faux”: false
“pas”: step
= false step, misstep
∴ a social slip-up, blunder
“faut pas”:
shortened from “il ne faut pas” in slang
“faut”: must
“ne….. pas”: not
= [indefinite] “one” must not, “one” shouldn’t
∴ when used as a noun, a social blunder
Quite witty, if that was the intention. Oh words, how I love thee…..
Castles (September 2006)
This poem was written last year, when my sister challenged me to write about Florida. Castles, castles, in the sand….. Anyway, hope you enjoy 🙂
Castles
it isn’t silence
the sound of light winds
muffled by the white
soft underfoot
recently blessed by sun
sings to the water
tucking, buckling,
racing chariots of miniature waves
leaving treasures to be found
and closely examined
by little hands and feet
the passing curious
whose eyes stray easily
landing upon the pier
with the fishermen ready
dinner in mind
(or maybe pizza tonight)
looking from face to smiling face
everyone knows
everyone feels
it’s love at first breath
sound
touch
sight
and smell
cleansing salty air
performs a miracle
delivering its message of peace
infiltrating lungs with purity
seaweed and all
inciting song and dance for many
and adoration for all
Copyright L.M. 2006. (yes, this is a repost, but if you didn’t want to download the .doc file you can now read it here.)
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