What is this thing...
...this odd word that Mr. Nighttime tag me with?
Unspectacularness.
Been thinking…is the mundane, the ordinary, everyday routine of living yet it got that bit, that spectacular in the middle that I can’t ignore.
Is the custard that I make yesterday. Stirring, stirring, the custard refuse to thicken, impatience scratching at me like the whisk scratching the pot, whey-ha whey-ha whey-ha, I feel tempted to quit but I continue because my mother who is fasting for Ramadan ask me to make it for dinner. Stir, stir, me mind is turning to mush but finally, tah-dah, vanilla custard done, put it to cool, serve it for dessert with banana and papaya slices and my mother say, Dinner was lovely.
Is the watering of the garden…the bleddy Amazon jungle…every morning, is me dragging that thick, heavy grey hose as the sun pink-up the sky. One morning I stop to watch two lizards squaring off to fight, swelling-up they throats. One lash-up he tail on the garden wall, if I did film it in extreme close-up it woulda look like Jurassic Park.
Is the long, straight road that I did travel on in a faraway, first world land. Wave after wave of green leaves and yellow canola flowers on both sides of the road go lull lull lull, sleepy, I am getting sleepy then suddenly, in the middle of nowhere…what should sail into me vision…a’ ole wood latrine.
Is the li’l coconut broom whacksing out dust from we home.
Is the market; damp greens and plump, shiney reds and purples.
Is showering on a humid afternoon, water falling in silver and rainbow sprinkles; is the coconut tree I can see through the bathroom window, it hardly moving in the heat…
…and oh look…I done the tag…and if anybody want to talk about they Unspectacularness, I gon be happy…
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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And he thought he was _challenging_ you with 'unspectacularness' :)
Hey, like I said, I couldn't find it in my Merriam-Webster. Maybe I should have tried the Oxford dictionary instead? ;-)
Home made custard stirred by you and papaya and banana -that is pure spec tac ul lar to me:)
Nothing UN about you hon.
Thanks Pat, that's what I tell my mum about you...you should've heard me yesterday, talking on and on about you and Mr. Nighttime, what you do, what you say...
Well Mr. Nighttime, I'm glad you didn't find the dictionary, that leaves us free to make up meanings.
It was fun, Shrimpy :-D
GG
SPECTACULAR blog. Making me feel homesick with your words. Hope you taking good care of your mom's orchids:)))
Exotic Gyal
I'll take the tag GiGi. :-)
I liked your own twist on unspectacularness. (man, that is a HARD word to type!) The custard made me laugh - I make very very unspectacular cheese sauce myself. ;-)
Yay, thanks Michelle, I wanted to tag a whole lot of folks but when I posted this last night I was falling asleep. YES, unspectacularness is a DIFFICULT word to type!
Exotic Gyal, thanks! Yes, the orchids actually like me now. Come back, come back, we miss you all.
I'm unspectacular every day!
We don't agree, john. g. We the people think you're quite amazing.
P.S. How did you escape from the loo that Di locked you in, or did Keith make up that story?
eh ....... what did i miss? dis brown suga gyal is nothing but spectacular!!!!!!!
Re the unspectacular person, namely John G. If I had locked him in the "Gents" I would have thrown the key away!
John G "amazing"? Huh. I must admit that he is a "weirdly unspectacularishingly person" (another new word for Mr Nighttime to look up).
Don't talk to me about custard! I know that I am a great, fantastic and brilliant cook (and modest with it!) but the one thing I can't make is custard. So if you would like a nice thick slice of custard with some chewy lumps in it I will send you the receipe.
. . . incidently, about that sauce you sent to the "Merrie Monk" via John G, I would like you to know that the inside of my mouth is now much better. All the soreness seems to have gone now. . .
Keith, eating too much of that sauce is guaranteed to cause soreness elsewhere, I thought you'd avoided it.
Me, I'm an unspectacular cook but I can make nice, soft custard, we should team up.
Now, about your dear friend John, we all know how much you adore him, that tough act don't fool nobody :-D
Well thank you, Blade Runner, I sure feel spectacularly flattered!
ALl the unspectacular things you describe sound pretty spectacular to me... guess that makes me unspectacular ;)
GG, you're a star! xx
You make ordinary sound like fairy tale GG, great answer to Mr. Nighttimes tag.
I currently compete with you on levels of unspectacularness, Miss G!
I love homemade custard. Baked? I really enjoy the whey.
Ahhh but Olivia, look where you're living now!
Blame it on Enid Blyton, Kat, I read tons of her books as a child.
Twinkle, twinkle, john. g. xx
Hello Ruthibelle, and welcome to Guyana. My life though is quite boring right now, every day, the same thing, over and over, like stirring custard.
http://crows-feet.blogspot.com/2008/09/unspectacularness.html
:-)
there's alot that can b said from unspectatularness
Ah yes, if only I could find a career that would keep the spectacularity levels up!
Sorry GG, no matter things may seem boring to you, your writing will always make them spectacular for me.
I love the dialect in your post! I'm going to have my Guyanese friends here translate for me though.
That post was inspired. Wonderful word pictures - definitely NOT UNspectacular.
hi, ciao da scorzè venezia... you live in a paradise
the thing is me and my mommy does go walking every morning, my door does creak slowly and she does pull my left big toe. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. I get up with sleep in my eyes and look at her haul on sneakers, socks and a sports bra at 65 years old. We hit the concrete uphill and i avoid the cracks that seem to never change. In silence Monday to Friday we smell blossoms and steal from people fruit trees. I guess there is nothing to spectacular about it other than the fact i trying to be a sponge and soak it all up before it ends.
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