It’s Week 217 in loco lockdown and I’ve a sneaking suspicion that I’ve gone a tad bonkers. Not quite over the edge but precariously close to hovering near the ledge. Insane would be too institutional of a term, whilst out to lunch wraps it up in a nutshell. I’ve lost track of time and yesterday could be today or today could be tomorrow or tomorrow could be yesterday. No one knows. It’s a problem. I could be off by two hundred or so weeks and I wouldn’t have an inkling of a clue. Not like there’s any rush in deciphering the truth but it would be helpful to stick to a schedule and mark off the days. The quagmire of quarantine has jolted time to a halt and a kick-start to the daily routine would be a much welcome reprieve.
And that is where my conundrum begins. I must confess that my calendar’s a mess and I’d like a fresh start. Would it be asking too much to request a rewind to Dec 31, 2019? After all, I’ve purchased a lemon and I’d like a refund.
My defective 2020 agenda is a malfunctioning bust.
In retrospect, I should instead have snagged the discounted 2019 one that was on sale for a song. But then again, hindsight is 20/20. So, I’m now the disgruntled owner of an almanac that came up short. It’s a dud, collecting dust in the basement, reluctant to come out of hiding and greet the day. It’s sequestered under the cobwebs, concocting a scenario of plausibly believable explanations as to why it failed to deliver. Guess it’ll be at least another five months of sheltering under the covers before it makes its enthusiastic leap into the New Year!
In the meantime, I’m stuck at home, paying the price for its shortcomings. The anticipation of 365 adventures took a turn of no return on Week 1 of Stay at Home orders. It heralded the start to 137 days of creation in isolation, as I harvested lemons in my backyard.
Germinating Lemgens, to be exact.
Lemgen -
Definition (as found
in Le Nik-tion-ary):
Noun. Is an offshoot of the Word-Ling (Word-Lingo) family of up
and coming lexicons and phrases. A
relatively young word that sprung to life in early 2020.
Usage: Used primarily to express shock, disbelief
and frustration with the disruption of daily life and the broken promises of
one’s calendar, hence the reference to having acquired a lemon of an agenda.
Spelling variations: Lemon-genda, Limone-genda, Gen-Lem, Gen-Lemono.
Addendum: For more info on Word-Lings, take a peek at my previous blog post.
Must skedaddle. Time to sprinkle the latest batch of Word-Lings with a splash of Limoncello!
Next post:
In two weeks! The w/o August 17th,
either Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or thereabouts. Stay tuned for more updates on the latest
batch of Word-Lings. In the meantime,
stay home, stay safe and catch up with your reading!
Preview of a few new Word-Lings and Phrases:
WordSing – Words that make you happy.
WordLock - Writer's block.
CitronChill – Chilling in quarantine, cancelled plans, wish I was in the French Riviera.
LimoneChillo - Same meaning as CitronChill, with an added Italian twist for extra flair.
It's a LemGen sort of day! OR It's a GenLem sort of day!
It's a LemChillo sort of day!
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