A funny thing happened to me on the way to writing this week’s post…I lost my train of thought. However, since we’re writing about figures of speech, I suppose that I should take the bull by the horns and use it…it could be as good as gold. It’s like a light bulb just went off in my head.
I had every intention of bending your ear about the ones I use regularly, but for the life of me, they just won’t come to mind. Those chickens have flown the coop.
I could go on until the cows come home about ones that have thrown me for a loop, like something “selling like hotcakes.”( Really? Did hotcakes ever sell that well, anywhere?)
I knew a woman who, although she was built like a brick house and was as cute as a bug, was the salt of the earth and smart as a whip, but English phrases confused her when she read high-brow British works. Agatha Christie was really more her cup of tea and reading the line, “A mare’s nest” , left her scratching her head. She had asked that if I ever ran across a dictionary that could straighten her out to give her a holler,( a phrase touched on last week).
I did stumble across a book of that caliber while I was searching high and low in Barnes and Noble many moons ago: The Wordsworth Dictionary of Phrase and Fable. I was a happy camper when I found it, but it broke my heart that I could not scare-up June’s address to tell her about it. We had lost touch and I was as mad as a wet hen when it sunk in . It is a crying shame thatshe fell through the cracks.
If you are a lingo-maniac, a soul-mate of mine, you’d have a ball with that book! It has everything from A-to-Z, Soup-to-Nuts, the whole enchilada when it comes to phraseology and terms with historical and literary allusions. I could read it ‘till my dying day and still never get my fill of it. I’m dead to the world while I have my nose in that book. I’ve been in hot water because a bomb could go off under me and I still can be lost in my own world when reading it. I get carried away…like nobody’s business.
I’d rather die than find myself up to my neck in similes and metaphors when I turn a phrase or when I put pen to paper;I usually avoid them like the plague. However, I’m going to stick my neck out for today’s post and risk making a fool of myself. I know I could be courting trouble.
This post could have been my fall from grace, but I’m going to pat myself on the back, since I could have thrown in the towel when I thought I blew it. It could have fallen flat as a pancake, (Or the aforementioned hotcakes),but I think I landed on my feet. I should quit while I’m ahead and stop harping on it.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, (which is just as heavy as a ton of feathers…they may be rougher, but it would be a lot smaller)…but I’m running around in circles. That should be a red flag and I shouldn’t have to have the house fall on me and this post become dead as a doornail before I get the message to leave before I get the boot.
Won’t you jump on the bandwagon and join the party? Be a team player and run with this. Wouldn’t you like to add your two cents?