Words, words, and more words. Sometimes they come at me like water raging down from a waterfall right into my wide open mouth. Other times, the waterfall is dry. Lately, words have been right and good and plentiful and I am grateful for it; I am even more grateful as I know their transient ways.
If I believe words are as important as I do, I ought to appreciate and respect them in all things. As Lent is a time in the Catholic calender to come closer to God, I thought I would take this opportunity to purge my sailor mouth, please God, and give even swear words the respect they deserve. This is to say that they should not be used with such tremendous frequency.
So, goodbye, you lovely, all-purpose f-word, you who have stood by me in my darkest hour, you who have filled my car with the sound of rage when I couldn't get out of my icy parking lot for the umpteenth time. Goodbye word that is a homonym for beaver's dam, you lovely word who when drawn out for full impact says what only you can say. And goodbye taking-God's-name-in-vain expression that I use to exhibit disbelief when I really am a believer.
I'll miss you all, but I'm supposed to be good at language. I should be able to come up with some replacements.
I'll keep readers posted on that front.