A-Z of Me (part 2)

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Yesterday, I did A to E (Arty, Bachelor of Arts, Children, D, and Eclectic). So, today, I think I shall go from F to J) F is for Friends. I don't have many of them in real life. Lots of acquaintances and people I refer to as friend but not many I'd actually call a friend. So I very much appreciate the few good friends I have, even though some annoy me, and they do. Sometimes, I find them difficult, especially the overly emotional ones who mistake overreacting with being strong and caring. That's why I prefer male company most of the time. I tend not to have to think before I speak so much! G is for Groovy. Groovy is one of my favourite words. Yes, I know it's old and out of fashion but I like to say it. I don't think I say it as often as I used to. I had a friend a few years ago with whom I'd be very silly. We sometimes said 'Gravy Booby' instead of 'Groovy Baby'. It still amuses me when I think of those times. I like lots of other words too. I am a logophile. I love words, language, and etymology. H is for Holiday. I have never been to a different country (unless you count Wales as separate from England but Wales is a principality so not technically a different country. I've never been abroad anyway). I once wrote a poem about holidays which was something about the fact that we have so much to see here that why would I want to go anywhere else? Well, last year, we didn't have a holiday. If we don't have holidays, we'll have day trips to different places. Often steam railways or museums. We did have two holidays the year before last, though. I went to Norfolk with D and Mini while Midi was away with his Dad. And all four of us went to Cardiff. That's now one of my all time favourite places. We went for D's birthday. Doctor Who Experience, a Doctor Who concert, a visit to Cardiff Castle, and a boat trip on Cardiff Bay. In Norfolk, we visited a model village, a sealife centre, spent a little time on the beach, Mini went water zorbing, and he and I went on a Segway. This year, I was hoping to go away at Easter but we can't afford to. However, D's eldest daughter (C) is getting married in August so we will be going down to Hastings (where I've never been and always wanted to go) for that. Unfortunately, the boys are not invited to the wedding (because C has never met them) so that's going to take some organising as I'm not going on holiday without them so I'll have to find them something they can do without us for the day! I is for Intelligence. I have been told I am very clever. According to Mensa, my IQ was 132 (which is in the top 5% but not high enough to be a member of Mensa). I value intelligence but also value other things. I often tease my eldest son (Midi) that he is what we used to call the 'Oxford Type' - he could tell you everything about quantum entanglement or use calculus to do whatever it is you use calculus for doing but he'd go around with his laces undone and completely lacked common sense or social skills! Of course, he's not that bad. He's very clever, though. Mini is also clever but in different ways. He doesn't focus so well (which is ironic considering that Mini is autistic and Midi, as far as we know, is 'neurotypical') and he has little interest in formal education. He's very good at drama, though, and has artistic and creative flair as well as a penchant for comedy. J is for Jabberwocky. This is my favourite poem. I'm sure a lot of you will be familiar with it but, if not, it is a nonsense poem by Lewis Carol: `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. I used this poem for a lesson (I teach English and maths to a homeschooled child) and the child said she didn't get it because it made no sense. I did explain that it wasn't meant to make sense! That is all from me for now. TTFN. I'll return tomorrow (maybe, or it might be Sunday or Monday instead as I may be busy over the weekend). In the meantime, I hope you all have had a good week and your weekend continues well.