I like words. I like to use words. I like to string words together to make a statement. I like making a statement that others find appealing. Despite that weak opening, I promise that to be true. I’m just a little off my game these days. But the point is I tend to think I am much more profound than I am. I have come to realize that is a precariously annoying trait to possess.
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It Ain’t Old Age, It’s Just Me
My eyes are keeping my life interesting. One thing I inherited from my father is a love of crossword puzzles. When I have a moment, I work the newspaper’s daily crossword. Tonight, I had a moment. The puzzle was fairly easy and I moved quickly until I got to 30 across. I needed a five letter word for “Tilted women.” Tilted women? I’ve heard of jilted women but not tilted. An image of a row of women with their right legs much shorter than their left legs causing them to lean to the right popped into my head. That would make a woman tilted alright but what’s a five letter word for it? I skipped it and moved on.
