“Tick-Tockery” is one of my favorite words.
Years upon years ago I read Gregory Maguire’s engrossing book “Wicked” and fell madly in love with the character Alphaba. This book was one of the few that imprinted itself so strongly on my being, I came away thinking of the world, looking at the world in a different way. It’s like the book gave me a whole new sense to work with – a seventh sense, since I already have a pretty good sixth sense – or opened a door in me that showed me how to travel to different realities. When the book was turned into a musical, my sister and I went with a dear friend, and it was extraordinary. If possible, maybe even better than the book.
The stage was set with lovely designs that incorporated many of the ideas in the book. If you hadn’t read the book you might not know why the hell there was a huge clock on the stage, but the set pieces all had meaning and charm to me. And there were these lovely clockworks and gears, and I called them “Tick-Tockery”. I said, “oooo, look at all the Tick-Tockery they have!”
Since then this word has come to mean:
Yummmm…I love it all…
i’m sitting here at the dreaded Laundromat, not certain what i should write. it’s hot. and slightly humid. and very hummy. the WiFi here is down, so i can’t play with my superpoke pet. it stinks, here, the washers smelling like old moldy pants and sour batches of grapes. i hate laundry day.
not that i hate doing laundry, because i rather enjoy the task itself. as a kid i did my own laundry, and remember carefully measuring the detergent into the washer. i’m one of those people that has to fill the washer halfway up with water, add detergent, and stir gently, not shake, to mix all the liquids together properly, like i’m making a secret martini for James Bond.
but some days it’s just too much. too many people at the matt, too much folding, too many quarters to stick in slots that aren’t NEARLY as fun as the ones at the casino.
some days, i think i should just be a nudist.