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Our stuff finally arrives tomorrow. I am so looking forward to this. First, Door to Door storage is dropping off the huge blue bins. Next, some unloading company is coming over to move everything up the stairs and into our sunny apartment. Finally, I will have some fall clothing. Finally, we’ll be able to eat at home. On plates. Finally, I’ll have my cds, tv, dvds, books, candles, pottery, art supplies. It will all be here tomorrow. I feel like throwing a party.

Most of America is entering a three-day weekend. Which couldn’t come at a better time. Toby and I might explore if we get everything deboxed in time and he gets all the work he has completed. I’m thinking of kicking around Golden Gate Park, then stumbling over the bridge, maybe hiking around Sausalito until we fall down. We could wander to the beach, which we have yet to do. And I can stare at all those rocks that jet out from nowhere, and wonder again about how the ocean does this. (When I was a kid I used to freak myself out. Imagine finding yourself on one of those bizarre ocean zits! Just sitting there, in the middle of the Pacific watching the waves lap up on every side. Which would get me thinking, that if I were on board the Titanic I would have jumped or swam to that iceberg who took her down. I was such a smart child! I never thought it out, though. I just figured, I wouldn’t have to sink and, in turn, get water in my ears. I probably would have waited there, frozen to it like a finger on a metal ice cube tray and wait for a seal to take me home. Or Orca. Maybe I’d just scream really loud until the passenger boat going to and from Disney World from the camp ground heard me and took me to land.) Smart kid, I was.

Lastly, I discovered another bothersome word. I have always disliked the word “Renege”. I especially dislike it in its past tense, “Reneged”. Do words bother people? Or is it just for this person?

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  1. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen that word spelled out. Since I thought it was always spelled “Renigged” (silly me) I’ve wondered if it had some sort of weird racist origin. Like I’ve heard the word “Picnic” has…

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  2. Apparently, the word picnic derives from the act of lynching…Pick a Nig—-…not sure if that’s actually true or not…

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  3. uh, megan you gotta stop hanging around with those Aryan Brotherhood pals of yours.According to my dictionary picnic is derived from the french pique-nique, which I don’t believe translates into smiling children with pigtails eating watermelon.

    Renege bothers me because, it makes me think of the word niggardly, and so on…

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  4. ha! Megan, that’s funny. You need to wet willy whoever told you that. I’ll send over some spit.

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  5. Fine, make fun of the kid from Wisconsin. ;)

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  6. Never. You have cheese.

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  7. And you can’t have any.

    :: hordes cheese ::

    Do you think the word “Horde” derives from the word whore? Uh huh. Thought so.

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  8. Do I have words I hate? Puh-leeze. I invented hating words, oh-wait, no, sorry, that was Al Gore. So what was the question, oh yes– words I hate (the short list): diarrhea (hard to spell and is just nasty), regurgitate (because there’s no such thing as gurgitate and I hate silly words built on words that don’t exist in the first place), no (but only when it is used by OTHER people, I’m fine with it if I say it).

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