To end this year’s alphabet challenge, I’m going out with the other new-found word.
Noun: a drowsy and stupid state of mind
I had downloaded Zen, zest, zenith, zany, Zorah(my #2 cat), zipline, zone, and ZZ Top as prompts. I got my Boy Scout proficiency badge in zwodder. If I have zwodder, I don’t need Zen. My mind is empty most of the time anyway.
Zest is what I shred off lemon or orange peels, and add to big, torpor-producing meals. Zenith made my TV. I lie on the couch at night, with the remote in my hand. When it falls on the floor and wakes me up, it’s time to go to bed.
I’m not really zany – silly at times, perhaps, but I don’t know much about zany. Zorah is the cat who insists on me taking a nap. When he gently paws at my shoulder, I rock back the recliner chair, that warm little purring machine climbs into my lap, and drowsy and stupid become mandatory.
I missed out on a zipline ride a couple of years ago, when the son and I went to Niagara Falls. If we go again, I’ll have him book tickets online days ahead. There’s a zipline ride on the local ski-hill Earth pimple. Perhaps I’ll try it this summer – if a nap doesn’t interfere.
I’ve got nothing for ‘zone.’ This zwodder thing has me zoned out enough, as it is. I got an email recently from Billy Gibbons, of ZZ Top, asking why I still hadn’t composed a blog post about him them. I told him that I might get around to it next year, ‘cause the cat had climbed up, and I needed to take another nap. He replied that he was going to have his beard steamed, and take one himself.
This is Zee end for this year. 😆