Wacky Wednesday: December 9

Today isn’t filled with the usual amount of wackiness. That doesn’t we can’t make a little wackier on our own. We still have many old English insults to go through for our wacky words. First is Gnashgab. This is an 18th century northern English word for someone who only ever complains. We’ve all met someone like that. For a short time, I was someone like that. I’m better now. Our next word is Gobermouch. This is an old Irish word for a nosy, prying person who likes to interfere in other people’s business. I think I used to be like that too…

We only have a couple holidays to celebrate today. First, we have National Pastry Day. Pastry is a name given to a multitude of baked goods. They are most often made with ingredients such as flour, sugar, milk, butter, shortening, baking powder, and eggs. Pastries can be traced as far back as the ancient Mediterranean. Our final holiday today is Weary Willie Day. This day recognizes the art of clowning and the impact it has on our lives. This holiday was named for the character made famous by Emmett Kelly, who was born on this day in 1898. He was the first sad, down-on-his-luck clown or as I like to call it, the Hobo Clown.

So, get yourself a pastry from your favorite bakery, give some change to that Hobo Clown in your lives, and avoid the Gnashgabs and Gobermouches. Go make someone’s day a little wackier.

Poetry Monday: Abundance

Our attention is pulled so many ways
The abundance can be captivating
We can’t escape the information maze

Sifting through the data always takes days
But there’s never enough time for sorting
Our attention is pulled so many ways

Trapped and fighting through the media haze
Struggling to keep our will from breaking
We can’t escape the information maze

Investing in silence that never pays
The noise is ever encapsulating
Our attention is pulled so many ways

As the world dies in a glorious blaze
We can’t decide to run or keep fighting
We can’t escape the information maze

We’d like to think we’re going through a phase
How do we stop always overthinking?
Our attention is pulled so many ways
We can’t escape the information maze

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.