Chock-full

Chock-full: (adj) filled to overflowing

I ended up being a father to many sons. This doesn’t qualify me as an expert, but eventually it rescued me from the dangerous status of novice.

You can always pick out a newbie in the realm of parenting. Mother and father are always overly concerned about how the little one is
thinking or feeling.

Realize this: they haven’t lived long enough to create stable emotions. They drift from one shoreline of expression to another without any sense of meaning, trying to convince you that they are permanently scarred by the most recent disciplinary action.

Often, it was my job to take these children on trips–long ones, at that.

After surviving one car tour from hell, I realized that the key to a pleasant experience with children in a car is to either drug them with cough syrup, so they sleep (which I unfortunately found out was illegal) or chock-full the trip with a whole series of activities which wear them out, causing them to beg for a nap.

Once asleep, children in a car are unlikely to awaken for many hours. Matter of fact, you probably will have arrived at your motel, unpacked your suitcase, turned on the television set before it becomes necessary to carry them in.

If you wait too long, children will tell you they’re bored. At that point, you are at the mercy of their mood.

But if you plan activities, games, music, a stop at a rest area to investigate the squirrel in the tree on the left, creating an agenda chock-full of exhausting possibilities, you will be able to enjoy at least half of your journey with them lying in the back seat–nearly comatose.

 

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Accouchement

by J. R. Practix

dictionary with letter A

Accouchement: (n.) the action of giving birth to a baby.

Here’s the scenario–a series of “if’s and then’s.” In other words, IF I got myself in the situation, THEN I would be able to do the following:

If I was invited into a room where a woman was about to give birth and I found her in distress then it might be a good idea to have this word, “accouchement” to throw into the mix, partly to make it clear that I was a well-educated and informative sort, but also as a distraction.

And of course, it would have to be timed perfectly. Just as she was about to have a contraction, I could blurt out, “I’m certainly delighted to be here at your accouchement!”

Surprised and probably a bit alarmed by the new word springing into the air, her mind would be removed from the pangs of childbirth as she looked at me, bewildered, and said, “What???”

I could then time my answer to coordinate with the length of the contraction, and relieve her of giving too much focus to the travail.

If I were successful, then later on, after the child was born–perhaps at the kid’s high school graduation–we could laugh about the incident, and she might make a nice, gentle remark, such as: “Mentioning that strange word was very helpful to me at that point in my life.”

I might sprout a tear in the corner of my right eye and be grateful for the power of the vernacular.

Other than that, I have no damn idea why that word exists.

Absolution

by J. R. Practix

dictionary with letter A

Absolution: (n.) formal release from guilt, obligation or punishment.

I’m sorry.

About what?

About that thing.

What thing?

That thing I did wrong.

What was wrong about it?

It hurt somebody.

How did it hurt them?

I’m really not sure.

Are you saying they shouldn’t have been hurt?

No, I’m saying it probably wouldn’t have affected ME that way.

So are you sorry that you hurt them or that they’re so weak they got hurt?

Now you’re just confusing me.

So should I be sorry?

For what?

Hurting you by confusing you.

Now you’re just playing games.

So is it a game?

Is what a game?

Forgiveness.

I don’t see what you mean.

What I mean is, if you’re really not convinced that your actions were errant and misguided, how can you assure yourself that absolution would bring a change in your behavior?

Even if I don’t change, I still need absolution.

So you’re counting on me giving you absolution every time you come and ask forgiveness, even if you’re not convinced of your responsibility?

Hell, yeah.

Makes sense.

I don’t know whether it makes sense or not, but it’s me.

So how are you supposed to grow?

I guess if you keep asking me these questions, eventually I might try to understand better why I do what I do.

Okay.

See you next time.