Frabjous

Well, I love words and frabjous is a new one.
\ FRAB-juhs \ , adjective;--Wonderful, elegant, superb, or delicious.

It sounds so weird, yet, it is a great word for Scrabble,and one folks always argue over since most people have never heard it. What to do with the J R B letters you always have left? Frabjous. Another good one is aeon, and you can look it up youself at dictionary.com.

Have been up since 630 and am trying to get jazzed about writing the next chapter for the book. Sometimes, all it takes is a radio station to get me moving. Today, I am listening to the Evergreen State College's fm station. They are playing a lot of old, ancient songs from the bards about the fall equinox, change of the season, and harvest songs sung in Wales and Ireland for eons of time.

The desire to cozy in,light the fires struck as it is a cool, dark, rainy morning, here in the Northwest. The first realistic Fall morning and like all Fall mornings, a heart breakfast is about to be consumed. The coffee is brewed and the french press still makes the best cup of coffee for this woman of words.

There are many things for me to do over the next few weeks. A lot of it will involve hauling out the plastic storage bins from the mud room, rooting through them, and figuring out what stuff goes and which goes back in the bins. A clearing out of the old and fighting with the desire to hold onto those things which have not purpose, except that having them lends a feeling of abundance. It is time to let them go. The part I will not like is trying to find which cords go with which electronic equipment, since there is a single bin containing numerous cords and connectors.

A few years ago, I picked up an IBM Selectric II typewriter which had 20 different type font balls. There is something about typing on it that makes me feel more verbose in my writings. Maybe it is because of the simplicity of just typing and being connected to only myself and not the rest of the Internet universe.

Well, another hour has passed without getting to the cleansing of my treasures. One thing about keeping treasures is the excitement I feel when they are found in the bins. I forgot about them and they were not somewhere in the house but buried among things that no longer serve. We are all human pack rats. Just look in someone's dashboard compartment and you will find maps and receipts that have been there for a long, long time. Even vitamins, sit there, for years and you think twice about taking them, because you are not sure what they are and they probably aren't very effective since they sat in the car in 110 degree heat through a few summers.

Well, it is time to head into the undiscovered ruins of the mud room. I know my digital mini recorded is there and the professional micro-cassette transcribing machine, with footpedal, which I use to transcribe my self-indulgent meanderings,for my writings.

I also know that my report cards are there from grade and high school, which mother sent me a few years ago, when she cleaned out her bins, which held 4 children's things for about 20 years. I think she was still embarrassed that I failed Religion in First Grade. I hated going to Mass, every school day, at St.Mary's. I should have realized then that my life would be different, in many ways. Thank God!

So, Fall is here and it is time to clear out the things that clog our minds, and fill our bins. Time to release those objects that serve no purpose in our lives, to others who need them for theirs, now.

And so it is.