How did I reach age 70 before I discovered we get “just deserves.” All these years I heard “just desserts.”
Although I married a Marine, for many years, I said Marine “Corpse” for “Core.”
I was in my twenties before I knew that nightmares were not “marenights.” Years later in an art history class I discovered Fuseli’s ‘Night Mare’ and felt vindicated.
Later in a literature class I discovered Mrs Malaprop and learned about malapropisms.
My mother tried to correct my speech, and often failed. Now I have a daughter who is a linguist and informs me of idiosyncracies. She is not so likely to say I “got something wrong,” as to let me know how a characteristic identifies something about my speech history. What fun. I grew up all over the South with Yankee parents so my speech patterns are uncommon.
My second husband who had German-speaking parents, was from New Jersey via Maryland and a great one for correcting my speech. Later, I asked my sister the English teacher if such and such was really incorrect. Her answer was that my speech patterns were okay. That’s pretty much what my daughter says too. These days there is no such thing as “perfect” English, at least here in the States. I think some of the English in England still believe in split infinitives, however.
Getting my just deserves, I dragged myself to the Mall and bought a new pair of glasses yesterday. I also asked the person who served me to adjust my old glasses. So I am seeing a bit better today, although my new glasses will not arrive for two weeks. I almost feel guilty for buying new glasses. I will use the old ones as a back up pair. I had no idea they were so old until the fellow at the store looked up my record. We found the same brand of frame and I am having all the same attributes added, progressive lens, the lens with a sunscreen that grow dark outside, etc. He and the ophthalmologist both told me the corrections to my vision were minimal. Nevertheless, if you wear progressive lenses, it is important to have them situated on your face in a way you can see through them.
Ninja Food Processor (Photo credit: katykash)
If I had known I would be buying new glasses this month, I might have postponed some of my kitchen purchases. Yesterday, my new Ninja food processor arrived. I love it of course, and won’t send it back. I now have a French toaster oven, a German Espresso Coffee maker and a Japanese food processing system. No one can say I am not doing my bit to stimulate the world economy. My philosophy, which I learned long ago, is from the multiplier effect: “Every dollar I spend comes back to me multiplied.”
Meanwhile, our ancient blender which is at least 50 years old and runs well enough, is on its way to Goodwill for recycling. David wants to keep his old coffee maker. We can use it if we have more than two coffee drinkers in our house at a time. My espresso maker makes one cup at a time, and a good cup it is too.
All this clever equipment reminds me of how easy manufacturers are making my life. The new food processor makes smoothies and bread dough. I think I will get a new pizza pan for my toaster oven and begin making my own pizzas again. Weight Watchers has plenty of recipes.
To Patti and others who suggested smoothies and salsa. I can now make them both and have a new way to get my veggies inside me. Dessert too, should the occasion arise.