Flabbergasting

Words are endlessly fascinating aren't they? Often I wonder where they came from or how popular they might be. There's always a bit of history behind the words we use.

Recently I used the word "flabbergasting" to describe a widespread reaction to the idea that Chubby Johnson - the man with a head of straw - might return as prime minister. By the way, I am very pleased to learn this very evening that he has squashed that idea so the path is now clear for Rishi Sunak to waltz into Number 10 Downing Street.

I like the word "flabbergasting". It rolls nicely off the tongue like "marshmallow" or "nincompoop". The root word "flabbergast" may have first arisen as a dialect word in Suffolk or Sussex. No one seems to know for sure. It seems to have entered the written language in 1772 as no other traceable appearances of the word have been found before that date. It may combine "flabby" and "aghast".

Throughout the nineteenth century, the word's use was quite rare. It was only around 1900 that "flabbergasted" and "flabbergasting" began to gain real traction, levelling off around 1940 before surging again around 1995. It's the same in America and Australia as in Great Britain.

Throughout this millennium its usage trajectory has continued steadily upwards. It seems that the majority of  native English speakers are now both familiar and comfortable with the word. In "Carry On Up The Jungle" (1970), the British comic actor Frankie Howerd says: “I’m flabbergasted. My gast has never been so flabbered.”

In many contexts, "flabbergasted" is arguably more powerfully expressive than "astonished", "amazed" or "astounded". It suggests that your bottom jaw is hanging open with incredulity. Surely not! Yes. I will continue to use "flabbergasted"  and "flabbergasting" from time to time to express reactions that verge on sheer disbelief and God knows there have many happenings in recent years that thoroughly merit connection with the term.



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Thank you

 Observations after two surgeries in two months

Stamina is a daily battle

Health is wealth. A true blessing

God provides

Relief is an elixir


I would ask that you grace me with your prayers as my mind and body undergo a revamp. Ten minutes on a treadmill leaves me exhausted. Overhauling the mind, body and soul is a journey. I’m being selfish for the first time in my life to adjust. I’m having to guard my energy. My words have left me. I’m just so glad you continue to show up. Thank you



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You Are My Sunshine

 

Albert eventually settled down last night. 
He’s very stiff on his back leg and so I’m presuming his old injury is playing up again in the colder weather. I will ring the vet about painkillers. 
He won’t want Albert going to the surgery 

I haven’t anything planned today. 
I’ve just taken the dogs to Colwyn Bay and after walking them , sat on the wooden  promenade seating with a coffee. 
Further along, a scruffy looking woman was rocking a small dog in her arms as she sang You are my sunshine very gently to it like someone would sing to a baby.
It was so unexpectedly poignant a moment that I had to look away 


I walked the dogs all the way around to Rhos On sea, until Roger stopped pulling on his lead before we walked back and I knew the dogs were tired by then as they had stopped sniffing. We got back into Bluebell where they fell asleep and I sneaked another cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich from the Porth Eirias Cafe. 
I’ve been reading about Denmark recently mainly The Year Of Living Danishly by Helen Russell but as I was exploring what to see in Denmark on the net I came across a painting called The Drowned Fisherman by Michael Ancher which can be seen in the Danish National Gallery.
It takes your breath away, and I was captivated by its solemn beauty and the sensitivity of its subject matter.

It’s funny how much a single painting can move you and dominate your psychi. Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth still affects me in some strange guttural way now than it did when I last saw it at New York’s MOMA back in 2014


The beautiful Drowned Fisherman by Ancher


It’s damp and Autumnal today
The woman singing You are my Sunshine has given this Sunday a melancholy I wasn’t expecting



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