As you know, I have been working on the firebreak. I am still working on the firebreak. I shall be working on the firebreak. Like some other jobs that go on and on and tax one's geriatricity and caducity, it goes slowly and claims ultimacy and don't seem to get me much forrader. My body is ok but brain is down among words spellcheck cannot condone. Spellcheck doesn't even approve of spellcheck. I am phasing in and out of the spellcheck continuum. Why?
Because firebreak has become my new way of life. Lookie:
Forrader is a perfectly acceptable word that simply hasn't been used in literature for many years. It means further forward. It never caught on because all through the 20th century we were taught to write like aristocrats of the century before. Aristocrats were land owners. Here is a modern land owner:
He is working on his firebreak. It is his way of life. He is either shrinking into the field or he is getting forrader.
I hope that he is getting forrader. And see less than no signs of caducity.
ReplyDeleteAh, you don't have to hear him groan and complain like I do. But, since I'm him and he's me, I put up with a lot from him --yet, on these sweltering drought days I can be excused some envy of those who get to be somebody else.
DeleteSpellcheck has been consistently and annoyingly impeding my ability to forrader (in a literary sense) for years. It's gotten to the point where I sometimes invent words just to have the pleasure of bedeviling spellcheck.
ReplyDeleteIt's not easy to use "forrader" properly in a sentence. I did my incompetent best.
You did good, Jon! Keep it up and we'll expand spellcheck's vocabulary together.
DeleteIt seems to me that in spite of your caducity you are indeed forrading right along. When oh when will you reach the end or will you simply continue into infinity?
ReplyDeleteDear Emma, many schools of philosophy and all of religion is predicated on your question. It's unlikely to be solved on my fenceline, but I get peculiar thoughts out there and will put my whole mind to it.
DeleteThose big jobs - they take forever to finish, or even to get closer to finishing.
ReplyDeleteAnd even as you get forrader, it takes longer just to walk there and back, which only adds to the time it takes. Or do you have a chauffeur?
An intuitive question, Jenny. There are a pair of levers on the Husqvarna control bar and, when I close them, its rear wheels turn on their own, real fast.
DeleteI just sort of hang on and flap in the wind like a scarf. So it is a kind of chauffeur function and by golly I like it.
How are your sinuses these days?
ReplyDeleteUnruly, clamoring for a coastal holiday.
DeleteThere are jobs that have no end. They suck us in, body and soul and seek to make us one with them. They will never let us go. You have to simply drop the Husqvarna and walk away. Walk away Geo....go forrader in freedom.
ReplyDeleteFreedom is a desirable ideal, Delores, but I usually settle short sit-down and a beer.
DeleteForrader on Geo but please take that you do not overdo it ...
ReplyDeleteI wish you well on your firebreak work, I know it must be quite taxing in body and spirit ...
Happy Sunday my friend ...
Hope you are resting today ...
Caring Angel, the problem is not overdoing but temptation to underdo. California promises to burn down with exceptional enthusiasm this summer so neighbors are actually doing some benevolent trespassing to widen breaks before that happens. Things should be ready in a week or so.
DeleteIt is a good thing you do, but damn does it tire me just to think about it!
ReplyDeleteCarry on, and then plan some be kind to yourself days.
Tom, my sinuses climbed out days ago to see what was the matter and I had to promise them a seashore visit before they would let me stop sneezing. I intend to keep that promise soon.
DeleteI'm with exhausted Tom on this one--when does one know he can take a break in forradering, (ha!) and rest weary bones? I believe this calls for whiskey...
ReplyDeleteCharmante Chantel, I relax presently with a glass of cabernet. Strangely, my efforts have discouraged desire for anything so flammable as whiskey.
DeleteCarlyle might have started the term, but I'm not sure if we're any forrader for all of this. I think we might have to not overlook the benefits of descent whiskey, maybe a single malt scotch...
ReplyDeleteI once thought about using the term, maybe it was 1971....glanced across at the wife, she had that expression she'd have, something that combined anticipation, glee, a taste for other's discomfort and a healthy dose of demonic possession, and took another path.
Carlyle, yes, maybe. Webster places it published in 1880. I like to imagine it was a mispronunciaton of a unit of electrical capacitance --farad-- from Michael Forrader, I mean Faraday. Another enigma, eh?
DeleteYou just don't give up, will you? Good, I like that in a person.
DeleteYeah, last name Faraday.....he was no more forrader or less forrader than his peers, alas.
I used the term once, as I remember, perhaps a decade or more ago, at the end I stood and picked up my papers and said "Well, that get's us no forrader than before, eh?" I remember people frowning, looking down.
I know I heard the word before I read it. Long ago, from my mother I think. She was raised in the American South. I bet it beats a lengthy philological trail.
DeleteOh, those jobs that must get done, but take forever to complete. Even though I seem to be going forrader, the end never seems in sight.
ReplyDeleteThat much is certain, Arleen. Also, forever takes longer than it used to. I don't know why that is.
DeleteDear Geo,, I had no problem: as I knew that I do not know the word, I looked it up, and there it is, "forrader(adv) (mainly Br) (more forward) = vorwärts."
ReplyDeleteAs to spellcheck: it only knows the average - everything higher exceeds its capacity...
Of course your post is higher.
Dear Brigitta, from you who are an expert in languages, your comment is most encouraging. I feel I'm moving vorwärts!
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