We used to have to practice reading aloud. This helped with diction. It made it easier to communicate. It was mandatory that one learned to recite, clearly and concisely.
Staying alert is not always possible. It is an optimum state but not an entirely default position. Often we are in a trance–numbed by events, by ignorance, by choice.
The world has turned grainy of late, in a good way.
With so much to deplore this is really excellent news.
(No, not fake news as is the alt position, but real and sustainable news.)
Grains are a boon to health. Grainy can also, however, mean murky.
So…. back to the deplorable.
Our country has gone willy-nilly down the path of racist bigotry condoned by our administration.
A dangerous path that will lead to the survival of un-American values.
It frightens me. It should frighten all of us when Nazis and white supremacists are at the forefront.
Some of us are obsessively neat.
Our preeminent desire is to organize. Everything is in its place.
Sometimes, we use an alphabetical system, other times, we employ a color scheme. The object is to put all our objects in a uniform network. We aim to organize to make order from chaos.
It is a noble endeavor.
You might say “he’s (like) a thorn in my side” but would you ever describe him as a prickle?
There’s the dillemma of today’s Daily Prompt. Prickle is a word often used to describe a pear, but in these cases its spelling is prickly. The noun form of this word means a spike or needle, a sharp pointed barb. The more common adjective (prickly) describes something spiky or a person readily offended.
Puts me in a pickle, I must say.