Friday, July 26, 2013
And Then My Heart Went Ka-Boom
My pal Shiloh asked me if I'd bought Edie her own dictionary yet, or if I was going to pass her mine, like an heirloom. The answer is, I hope my dictionary gets passed down, but only after it's ripped out of my cold, dead, no-longer-needing-to-look-things-up hands.
I bought this dictionary for myself, from Borders, right after high school. My dad has a dictionary, it's old and worn and just his, and I guess I just thought everyone should have a good one that's just their own. And this is a good one. I mark the words I look up, which is fun to remember first learning to use the word alacrity, but annoying when I realize I've already looked up animus.
I was reading some research the other day and had it out on the table when Edie discovered it after her nap. She looked through the Ds for a while, then flipped around a bit. As she turned one of the newsprint pages, it ripped about halfway up. I made an involuntary face, then pulled it away from her (see: cold dead hands, above). I taped the page back together, then wrote, next to it in the bottom margin, "Edie, 2013".