A Thought of The Day - rabbit (noun)

It’s going to be difficult.

I know.

But you STILL want to listen to the answer phone?

I do.

I would say it will be almost IMPOSSIBLE to listen to the answer phone AND complete circular duality AND new wordness - as we have suggested we are going to do in these Sunday-only-and-it-looks-like-that’s-all-there-is-but-it-isn’t posts here on Bitsnblogs, er, I mean Bitsnbobs.

It’ll be a rabbit.

Rabbit?

Almost impossible but we’ll pull it out of the hat.

Ok, let’s listen then.

Message 2 - There are days when moments of sudden clarity break through the clouds smothering my mind and then I see that I can just be there, here, anywhere…and say hello. Other days it’s just clouds. Sorry. But the thing is to just stay in the clarity and then there would be no need to say sorry, even if the sorry is maybe speaking to myself. If the clarity would hold I wouldn’t feel so complicated. Or cloudy. Listen to that bird singing. Is it a nightingale? I probably shouldn’t have had that drink. ..

Wow- it would probably benefit from some editing.

It’s going to be difficult.

A Thought of The day - pegy.

Peggy?

No! Pegy!

One g?

Why would I be felling peggy?

Well, she’s very beautiful….

Oh, no, pegy, I’m feeling pegy.

Square in round?

That’s it.

Why?

Well. I went away..

Holiday?

No, just a day’s escape, went south, over the mountains, jumped into the sea.

Ok.. so... why pegy?

Into the past, returned to the present, feel pegy.

I don’t follow.

It’s something to do with kids being there then, elsewhere now, me in the same place, a hotel that was that isn’t and a return realising they weren’t there either and I’m down to two cats when there used to be six, and one had even been there then with me, and then there will be one, then none.

Things closing in?

Sigh.

You know what you need mate.

No.

Peggy!

A Thought of The Day - realmy, limby, flowy, soldier and goldy.

So what do you reckon?

I reckon it’s a booootiful day, this Thursday pretending to be a Sunday.

No, I didn’t mean that, I meant are we going to make this our theme for the rest of the year – this word invention/end-as-we-start duality?

I think it’s realmy.

Ah – realmy – “in the realms of possibility”!

See how neat and functional these words are.

Yes, but is this decision wise?

It’s limby.

To be out on a limb?

Yep, you’re going flowy now.

In the flow of things, yes. But I’m worried. I’m worried for the readers.

Are there any?

Maybe not, but if there were, what will they think? Will there be any thing worth reading?

Has there ever been?

Well Mary once said -  “that was the post of the year”.

True, she hasn’t said that recently and it’s already May. Well, I think we need to soldier. There is the “other bit” you know, we might get goldy.

Strike gold in the other vein of Bitsnbobs, the bit that’s a little bit hidden?

Well, it’s realmy.

So what do you reckon?

I reckon it’s a booootiful day, this Thursday pretending to be a Sunday.

A Thought of the Day - Nefty

That was pretty neat.

Thank you.

Pretty nifty.

Nafty!

Nafty?

Nefty if you prefer.

Eh?

Niffty plus neat.

I think it should be Nefty.

Ok. I agree.

It WAS pretty neat.

The way we managed to combine the first line/last line parallelism AND the invented word?

Yep, it was pretty neat.

Thank you.

Pretty nifty!

Nefty!

A Thought of the Day - "sighy"

sigh

You ok?

sighy

A Thought of The day - uniquey

You’re struggling aren’t you?

I always have, it doesn’t go away.

But it shows.

Around the eyes?

IN the eyes.

Ah.     

      

Two struggles.

Two! Ha!

Yeah, you just can’t make up your mind whether to go with the cyclical post or the word-that-doesn’t-exist post.

What are you talking about?

Struggles?

You are?

WE are.

We are?

Yes – I’ve noticed that you’re struggling with the ‘look’ and ‘feel’ format of this year’s only-ever-on-a-Sunday-unless-you-know-where-to-look posts.

Oh that, I thought you were referring to… never mind .. yes, er, … I can’t decide. I was going for the first line/last line parallelism, then I realise that the last two posts had invented words in them, and that that was quite uniquey and that that might be an interesting way to mould these posts into something interesting for a year. Or what is left of it.

Left of it? It’s only April.

I know, fourth months already, only eight left, what happened.

Life.

It’s a struggle sometimes.

You’re struggling aren’t you?

I always have, it doesn’t go away.

A Thought of The Day - illusioned.

That was weird.

It certainly was – I sound like Stanley – but then the whole world is weird.

WWW dot.

Whole world weird, yep, it certainly is – there I go again.

You look a bit like him.

I don’t.

You do; your hair does, well, it would if you had any.

Ok move along, let’s get back to weird.

Did we ever leave it?

Fair point, but as you were saying it was weird.

So you know what I’m talking about?

Yep….. the Christmas Sheep car from Ireland.

Car? Don’t you mean card?

Yep, sorry, typing too quickly.

Can you say typing when it’s not a typewriter?

Yep, watch - typing, typing, typing -  I could go on all day. Typing.

Anyhow – why do you think someone would send us a Christmas Card on the 6^th April?

Maybe it’s for next year and they wanted to beat the Christmas rush?

I don’t think so, it had dates written inside that suggest it was written for the Christmas just gone.

When you say just gone you mean the one that was before Easter; the Easter that is already a distant, chocolaty memory? And the Christmas that was three months before that?

Like I said, weird. A Christmas Card that turns up in the letter box at the end of the first week in April.

Maybe it’s a sign?

Maybe it was just a Christmas card that turns up in a letter box at the end of the first week in April.

Or an omen? Maybe it was frozen in time and only the heat of an anticipated summer has been enough to thaw it into the present?

Now you are just being silly. So……….. what are we going to do about it?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Really?

Really.

Wow –why?

Well look at it like this- if it was sent last December then four months have gone past without word of acknowledgement, the sender will have been surprised, then pissed off, then resigned and then moved on, and our Christmas reply will turn up in May and the recipient will be surprised, then alarmed and finally distraught; Christmas is a stressful time and you don’t need that in May which should be all about blossom and cherries. If however the sender sent us a Christmas card at the beginning of April they would have been forgetful at best, unfathomable and illusioned.

Don’t you mean disillusioned?

No I mean illusioned.

Isn’t that good?

Could be, but whatever we write will just go and spoil it all.

Time for a song?

Aye. Here's one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOiTv4MqK8M&hd=1

By the way- does illusioned, as a word, exist?

It does now.