Pifffilated

David’s Aunt Louise would say she was piffilated when she was exhausted. I don’t know how she spelled it or if it was a real word.  She came from Knoxville so maybe it’s a Tennessee word. Those who remember Tennessee Ernie Ford may recall he had some strange words in his vocabulary.

Oak-hickory-forest-col-tn1Above: Cutover Hickory Oak forest. Tree on the right (the only semi-mature tree) is a shagbark Hickory (Source: Wikipedia – click to enlarge)

I learned years later that the hill folk from Appalachia had a language composed of Old English, Welsh, some German and many American Indian terms. For example, words like persimmon, opossum, raccoon, and hickory, are derived from Eastern Indian terms.  Many rivers and other bodies of water also carry Indian names

Reading the history of the Spanish Conquistadors in what became Texas, I learned that the place where I was born more than a half century ago, had been an Indian village before it became a Spanish settlement and a college town in the Twentieth century and it retained its Indian name.

Ah well, I am wandering.  I began to tell you how tired I was after three days at the gym, and how much my calf muscles hurt.  Good thing we have a holiday tomorrow.  My personal trainer Ang Lee (my director) asked me if I liked to exercise.  I said, “No, I hate it, I’d rather be reading.  But my doc thinks it would be good if I strengthened the muscles in my legs.”

And that’s exactly what I am doing.

The best thing that happened was that KK said, “you’ve lost weight…lots of weight.”  The other best thing that happened was that BJ brought ginger snaps she made from scratch.  I asked her for the recipe, of course.  After the gang gets out of the pool, they eat.  Now I am remembering how I got fat.

Some of the gang died while I was away, some moved into a local retirement home. Some lost husbands.  BJ’s husband’s obit is in the Post today.  He died of lung cancer October 14.  BJ had them pull the plug when he slipped into an irreversible coma.  They had medical directives.  Everyone should have one.  The worst thing isn’t dying.

8 thoughts on “Pifffilated

  1. We did get our medical directives organized last year after thinking we’d already done it years ago. We just hadn’t gotten them signed. Now they’re all signed, copied and notarized. It does give you a peace of mind.

    I rather like piffilated. Sounds fun to use it.

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  2. Your hippy friend here. I found I had to go every other day to survive the experience. I do half an hour plus of aerobics, then I do 15 minutes of some tough stretches. I would do more aerobics, but I am boooorrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeed. lol

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  3. Some people can read and walk the treadmill at the same time. I can’t. But you have more talent than I do; maybe you can try it. Meanwhile, yeah, that’s got to be a tough decision, but you’re right, we should all have a medical directive.

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  4. Your last sentence is so true!

    I am from the south and have never heard the term piffilated. We have other weird words, though. 🙂

    Congrats on the weight loss and best of luck with the exercise regimen. I’m sure you’ll do great!

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  5. Even when the spoken wishes of the elder are known by all, having end-of-life choices in writing takes pressure off siblings during an emotional time.

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  6. I am glad you are exercising and strengthening your muscles. I walked a lot while in India, and managed to lose 16 lbs in less than a month. Since then, inactivity and change in meds made me gain so much weight that I joined hula and changed back to my original meds. In less than a month, I have lost 9 lbs.

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