Word of the Week: Peripatetic.
(Back by popular request….wait, how many requests does it take to be popular vs. just noticeably absent….)
per·i·pa·tet·ic
adj.
1. Walking about or from place to place; traveling on foot.
2. Peripatetic Of or relating to the philosophy or teaching methods of Aristotle, who conducted discussions while walking about in the Lyceum of ancient Athens.
n.
1. One who walks from place to place; an itinerant.
2. Peripatetic A follower of the philosophy of Aristotle; an Aristotelian.
FYI: We are going with definition numero uno for this one as I haven’t been meeting up with ol Aristotle lately….
I caused a small traffic accident today.
It was just a little bumper bumping really. I would like to blame it on the awesome maternity shirts that my sister sent me. (Aren’t sister’s who send you clothing when you are in the dire need for some cuteness in your life just the greatest?) The shirt was green. A nice apple green. So, on me it naturally looks like a green apple.
Cheery eh?
I had just crossed a mini crosswalk that accommodates traffic turning right, and was patiently for the light to change on the busiest intersection near our home.
I was late.
But, I had insisted on walking because I am peripatetic. I can’t help it. I prefer to walk. I have driving issues. Besides, my husband says my mood improves greatly when I get enough exercise. I believe him.
So there I am, standing at this busy intersection with my jogging stroller, while wearing a apple green shirt that made me look like an apple.
And I am late.
So I turned my ipod on for some “hurry up this waddle” inspiration.
It delivered me some Gwen.
As, in Stefani. An artist I wouldn’t have found had I not been so technologically backward that I would upload my own music. But I can’t/have not. So instead my ipod holds all the same tunes it arrived with (I was ipod sitting while by brother was on a mission so its got a plethora of Motab) and then an amalgamation of eccentric bands thanks to a friend named Chip who was aghast that I hadn’t heard of Snow Patrol.
Moving this story along.
Gwen starts singing about a Sweet Escape.
I am a dancer people. Albeit a green apple dancer.
So there in the intersection I start snapping my fingers. (Help me out and do an over head clap here). Then a little hip up and down action. Pretty soon I was really getting into it.
Then the little white man lit up and said I could cross.
So I step pointed across the whole intersection while left turners gaped in unbelief.
And then a car rear-ended another car.
Because a dancing green apple was taking too long to get to the other side.
Good Morning Hawaii, this was my gift to you.
Love,
The pregnant girl with a great new green apple shirt.
And Belle
(cause she was there)
And Gwen.
(who would have been there if she could).
(not!)
P.S. Tomorrow I am wearing the supremely citrus shirt. I can’t wait to see what damage I can do.
Lindsey
Brooke
Buff
6 Comments
January 13, 2010 at 11:48 pm
If someone can explain to my why suddenly wordress won’t let paragraph’s exist….that would be awesome.
This post nearly gave me a meltdown.
January 14, 2010 at 1:24 am
I’ve struggled with the same thing… took me 30 minutes this morning to format my photoblog post. Much of it comes from copying and pasting it from somewhere else. If you write the whole thing in wordpress it works much better.
January 14, 2010 at 1:27 am
Oh my hilarious!!!!! I just read this post!
This was fantastic! I’m still rolling! Awesome! You are so funny! Glad you liked the shirts and that they’re making a bold statement in Hawaii!
January 14, 2010 at 7:16 am
Haha oh gosh this made my day.
January 14, 2010 at 5:58 pm
I’ve got tears running down my face from laughing. I know you and can just picture the whole scene which you have so aptly described. “Peripatetic” will be forever linked in my brain and vocabulary with the images of my dancer kid livening up the morning in Hawaii. Aristotle and his walking about seems boring in comparison.
January 19, 2010 at 5:38 pm
ok, I really need to work on my kegel exercises if I’m to continue reading your posts.
…when I read the title I thought at first it was about the pidgin way of saying “pretty pathetic”. I didn’t expect it to be a story of a dancing green apple causing havoc in the streets of hawaii.