Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Friday, August 12, 2005
Another mystery cleared up...
Those three dots that I am so fond of (see above) actually have a name; they are called an ellipsis, at least I think it is singular, though that is strange, since they are so obviously plural. Whatever. I have finished the little tome on punctuation, Eats Shoots and Leaves. It was laugh-out-loud funny and oh so illuminating at the same time. And I discovered that "hifalutin", or if you wish "highfalutin" actually was not invented by Gabby Hayes in the old Roy Rogers epics. That's one I want to add to my thesaurus for sure. I had to read this book with a dictionary by my side, and the afore-mentioned word was not in my very old Oxford version; I had to look it up online. It was kind of a down day yesterday. I have been feeling like some dread dis-ease was pending, so I was hunkered on the couch savoring re-runs of ER and Judging Amy, with Boo curled up beside me and a Diet Pepsi within easy reach as I read. (I am a Gemini, you know, a double Gemini. It takes a lot to keep me in one place at one time. ) OK, I have now used most of the punctuation I learned about. I am not much of a fan of the dash, but I make up for it in hypenated words, often connections of my own making. And colons are a little stodgy for my taste. They show up more in business correspondence and text books, though the author, Miss Truss, seems to think they are just weightier semi-colons. There's a debate I can skip.
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