I love language. I think a lot about words and have some word games that fascinate me. Just think about it, each and every one of us can speak at least one language. I am writing words now that will be read by people I'll never meet in places I'll never see. How cool is that?
English is an intresting language. I like the idea that there are words that sound the same but are spelled differently and have different meanings. Examples are: to, too and two. Or how about rain,
Or the one that gives so many of us trouble: there, their and they're.
Then there are the words that have two very different meanings for the very same word.
My Grandmother was married in 1925 and wore a red Flapper dress at her wedding. I don't know if she would have described herself as a Flapper, but those were the times and she was young and I guess would be considered a Flapper. This is a stock photo from Google, not my Grandmother, but this was the style at the time.
Every morning one of the first sounds I hear is the shaking of ten furry heads and flapping of 20 ears. It's part of the morning wake up routine. Another part is a strange sound that Fudge makes, part yodel, part gurgle. I can't make the sound myself, I've tried. He makes this noise only first thing in the morning and Noah also does it. Sky did too. None of the girls do it. I don't know why the boys do this or what it means, but I choose to believe they're saying "Good Morning". I'm still not fluent in Dog.