First, I’ll say that my bratty kids will immediately think (while smirking) that this post is about me, but my favorite kids wouldn’t even consider that and will probably think it’s about my car. And although my car is 10 years old and could qualify, it isn’t about that either.
This happens to be about something that has become my constant companion since I’ve started blogging. The one item that can get me out of a jam and make me appear at least fairly intelligent and coherent most of the time, although it hasn’t always kept me from making a fool of myself. And even though it was second hand when I bought it, it was in much better shape than the tattered, torn, yellow-page, stained, taped together specimen that you see here today.
But that’s not the problem. This edition was published in 1961 and we all know there’s a zillion new words that have been added to the English language since then, so yes this book is way out of date. And unlike some things that get better with age (me, wine, cheese) this isn’t one of them, so does that mean I’ll be throwing this old, decrepit one out with the trash? Nope. It still comes in handy, like just now for instance when I looked up decrepit. (I, for one, find that spell/check isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be), and if I can’t find what I’m looking for in here, I can always go to Webster on line.
So, I’ll be hanging on to this old, worn out, ratty looking thing even though it’s not quite as useful as it once was. Even though it’s past it’s prime.
Hmmm…come to think of it, some of this does sound as though it could be about me.