Sunday, January 8, 2006

Port a


Know how sometimes you can't think of a word? You might be right in the
middle of a sentence, and suddenly there is a word that just won't come out.
You can think of twenty words to describe it, but not the one word you're
looking for, then you remember it, and life goes on.

That happens more and more to Judy and me, so I've had plenty of opportunity
to observe it. Know what struck me? It's always a noun. I can think of
all the adjectives and adverbs to describe it, but I can't think of the
noun. If the word I was looking for was the word "house", I could describe
it as that square thing with the pointy top you have on your property in the
middle of the yard, that you live in, until the noun came to me. Why do you
suppose it's always a noun?