to denote a quality of the thing named

ADJECTIVE

entry: 2 adjective (so I may use the term loosely)
Function: noun
: a word belonging to one of the major form classes in any of numerous languages and typically serving as a modifier of a noun to denote a quality of the thing named, to indicate its quantity or extent, or to specify a thing as distinct from something else
Mirriam Webster


Melancholy: January, thus far.

Brilliant: The particular shade of blue of Sunday's morning sky.

Interesting, Entertaining, Embarrassing: This is the last thing I would have thought about giving someone for their wedding night.

Heavy: My heart. Witnessing the suffering of people I love. Witnessing the suffering of anyone, for that matter. But especially that of people I love.

Validating: A book describing "How Crammed Closets, Cluttered Offices, and On-the-Fly Planning Make the World a Better Place."



Happy: My heart. Because while I was driving to work this morning feeling crummy about myself I was blessed with the opportunity to help a friend in need. The experience--and my friend's gratitute--was like a little gift from God to say “Happy Up Already!”

Smashing The blow to my budget and my day as I watched my not inexpensive Lancome foundation fall from the shelftop down into the sink and disintegrate into tiny pieces of glass and great big globs of goo.

Beautiful: Monday’s sunset.

Pathetic: NOT this post. But my reaction to it. I managed to find something to beat myself up about in each of the three categories--which were clearly meant to be separate (oh yeah, and funny!). Clearly I have mutliple personality disorder along with my obsessive compulsive disorder (which remains latent in terms of meticulousness, but quite active when it comes to reading, writing and blogging).
p.s. Dear J.P., The pig died. I don’t know if the implications for that are as significant as when the rabbit dies, but I hear poor Clooney was crushed.

Boring: My last post.

Three, Guilty: Pleasures. "Best in Show," "The Wedding Singer," "So I Married An Ax Murderer."

Amusing, Rewarding: Watching my second grader (who has struggled with school at times) pretend he doesn’t want to show me last week’s spelling test for fear I’ll be very disappointed. Seeing the subtlest suggestion of the smile he’s holding back as he reluctantly hands me the test. Sharing the sense of accomplishment he feels over a big 100% circled at the top of his paper.

Pleasurable: The sun peeking through the clouds, spreading across the back of the sofa, both warming and comforting me as I curl up under the blanket for a much-needed 10-minute power nap.

Proud: The feeling the tomboy in me gets when I get this call from from my daughter from school on Monday: Mom, I was playing football at recess and I crashed into someone. I’m a little dizzy and I can’t see very well. (She’s fine now, just recovering from a head-on with another kid.)

Sated: My appetite. White Bean Chili for dinner. Fresh pineapple lightly (or-not-so-lightly) coated with li hing mui(?) powder for Family Home Argument treats. No-Bake Cookies (or, as we affectionately call them "Moose Poops") just for fun. Because if it did get any better than that (it was) already, No-Bake Cookies would be (were) just the ticket.