ub-squatch-u-late.
I was introduced to this word while at Becky’s house. It’s a word that, without even knowing what it means, makes kids laugh. I laughed.
To absquatulate means to leave abruptly, perhaps under less-than-ideal circumstances. Beat feet. Get out of Dodge. I’ve been trying ever since to casually bring that word into conversation but to no avail. So here it is, presented entirely without context. And having done that, time for me to absquatulate.
We sent out the pictures of the blooming cactus/succulent garden.
One yellow flower.
Well, that yellow flower turned red.
And another flower came out. Practically a profusion!
So tonight, we had a meal that is varied from anything found in nature!
But who doesn’t enjoy a good chilidog and tater tots meal once in a while!
Not 20-25 vision for Judy. 20-15. Better than 20-20. What can I say. I never was that good with numbers…
Our lives have been turned upside down.
It has been a couple years since I got a new prescription for glasses, so I took care of that. Judy was with me when we went back to pick them up today. I tried the glasses on, and they were perfect. I stood at the line on the floor and read the chart on the wall. The last line I could make out clearly was for 20-20 vision. Before I could step away, Judy, from behind me, started reading off the next line on the chart. What? My vision has always been better than Judy’s. I’m the one who reads off street signs before she can make them out. I’m the one who can still see to drive at night! Suddenly, since her cataract surgery a couple years ago, she sees better than I do. My vision is perfect at 20-20. Judy’s is a little more perfect, at 20-25.
I have been reminded of this already, several times since. There is no indication that I’m going to hear any less of it anytime soon.
