Sunday, September 1, 2019

2019 - Day 244/121 - Sunday...Susurrous...

I think it was Mark Twain (or it might have been Samuel Clements) that said "You can't trust a fu*king weather man," but I might be wrong about that. All I know is, we got a weather alert on the phone, and there was NOTHING happening. It looked promising a couple times, and we got a few drops on the car when we went in to Taylor this afternoon, but nothing here. I have chosen not to water, thinking we MIGHT get a little bit of rain (the sage are blooming nicely out in the back), but so far there has been nothing. Nada. I was able to get a few things done around the house today, but there is still tomorrow, so I am good. The girls are laying bigger eggs, too, so that is good. We are not buying eggs at HEB anymore, since we think the girls will fulfill their obligations from this point forward. We shall see. Tomorrow is the official Holiday, but I expect I will go in to the office for at least a few minutes, just to check on stuff.

Susurrous -- Adjective. full of whispering sounds. "The Colonel raised his Dixie beer to the ladies, still chatting comfortably in the soft, susurrous Vicksburg night." Paul Kennedy Mueller, The Pandemonium Bar & Grill, 2010

Did You Know? Susurrous derives from the Latin noun susurrus, meaning "a hum" or "a whisper," and may be a distant relative of swarm (think of the hum of a beehive). Susurrus also occurs as an English noun, with the meaning "a whispering or rustling sound." The noun form is older (it debuted in 1826); susurrous came about thirty years later. Both of these were preceded by the noun susurration, which appeared in the 14th century and means "a whispering sound" or "murmur." Today susurrous is used to describe any sound that resembles a whisper: a light breeze through a tree, perhaps, or the murmurs of intrigued theatergoers.

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