Dolorous. Isn’t that a grand word? Sonorous, rolls around the tongue and sounds like meringue would sound if meringue made a sound at all. Came into my head when I was searching for a way to start this entry, describing the day. Strange, though, because it means almost the exact opposite of my day. Dolorous the day was not.
Hey ho.
On our return from our errands today Graham decided he needed a break from construction work and turned his hand to laundry instead. Dolly took a break from sitting with gritted teeth watching the construction work in progress and turned her attention to a good long doze on the bed. So long that, when she woke and came down to see what all the silence was about, she was stiff-legged and dizzy with sleep still.
“You’re supposed to wake yourself up with a bit of a grooming, Dolly,” I said. ”Not stagger about the house looking like a fur rug trying to imitate life.”
She just huffed and went to stand by the kitchen door until we let her out for a breather. Then she had a bit of a groom, groaned, and threw up a massive hair ball on the step.
I suppose you could describe that as being a bit dolorous if you were that way inclined. I didn’t, though. All I did was to tell her what a good girl she was, take a handful of kitchen tissue and dispose of the product of her groaning.
Me? I just meandered through my day, happy as can be, looking after and picking up after my companions. Doesn’t take much to make me happy, and I can’t be doing with dolorousity even at the worst of times.
Any day where the hairball ends up somewhere than on a carpet is a very good day indeed.
drat–”somewhere *other* than on a carpet”
Not enough coffee yet.
Have to agree with Wendy. though I have no carpet I prefer Chan deposit outside.
Dolorousity isn’t in my dictionary. Dollop is the end of the dollo spellings. So I guess I will just think of my own definition.
So glad you are feeling undolorous, John. Spellcheck doesn’t think that’s a word but I don’t care.
I tried to leave you a comment but it wouldn’t. But I’m over here smiling.
Dolorousity! Love it! Shall add it to my list of un-curse exclamations! {or should that be “un-cursive”?}
Dolor: in Spanish (and most Latin roots) – pain or as it was said in earlier times in English – a low, sort background pain that gives things sort of a gray tinge….
You made me laugh out loud John. There’s nothing else that can bring a cat down to Earth from the heights at which I imagine they imagine themselves to exist, as a good, goopy hairball. And that’s my run-on sentence for the evening. I shall continue to enjoy the very blustery evening we’re having and listen to my wind chimes chiming. G’night!