Another

​Another
I was determined that this time I would do it.  Get a word at random from the dictionary.  It was not like in an act of unselfishness where I choose to bear the burden.  Nope, last time Merril chose the word and it was qoudlibet.  I mean, if I was going to make up a word, it would probably look something like that.
So when Merril was not around, I quickly went and retrieved the dictionary.  There are a lot of words in that thing.  I think it will be something like 2089 before I could say it was done and time to move on.  Then if I went through it again this dictionary could be featured on Antique Roadshow.  Probably by then the show would be delivered direct to the mind.
So this time I chose.  The word that my finger fell on was “another.”  I think the problem this time is exactly the opposite. I mean the word qoudlibet is probably used by .000001 percent of the population.  Whereas the word “another” is probably used by 100% of the population.  Unless of course where they live everything in life is unique, and there were never two or more of anything.
Ok if I was French I would say “autre” and if I were Romanian I would say “alt.”  I am partly of Polish decent and the Poles say “innego” which does not even start with a.  But no matter how it is said, every people group probably say “another” during their lifetime.
The birds love our Honey gem Grevillia.  We are thinking of getting another.  There.  I just said it myself.  They say that three of anything represents a collection.  That is like one plus two another’s.
When I go out into the wide-open world, I see heaps of another’s.  Human beings that is.  Sometimes I just interact with too many.  All I want is some space.  The good thing though is that at that time I can withdraw and rest and recuperate. Come back bigger and stronger than ever.  Actually sounds pretty good to me.
Still, when I am with hundreds or perhaps thousands of another’s I tend to be intimidated.  On the outside I am Joe Cool but on the inside I am thinking “I just want to go home.”  Home tends to be my safe place.  Cept when Merril is preparing a meal in the kitchen.  She does not need an another at that point.  In fact, an another although maybe well-meaning (that’s me - come on, look at this face) tends to get in the way.  I generally find another place to be.
I am pretty sure another was the dictionary word.  One time I wrote about something and found it was completely wrong.  The place I meant was not the place I wrote about.  I have decided that if I do not go back, I cannot knowingly be wrong.  Though I must admit curiosity may win the day.
But really I am sure the word was another and no doubt all being well tomorrow I will write another thing.
(PS.  Curiosity got the better of me.  Yup.  The word was another.)