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pentimento- #WordOfTheDay Story

pentimento – noun


1.   the presence or emergence of earlier images, forms, or strokes that have been changed and painted over.

This time I have a mysterious story using this word. Let me know what you think.

Natalie found a beautiful painting at a garage sale. She did not recognize the artist’s name but she fell in love with the painting none the less. The brushstrokes were exquisite and defined.

For $10, she had a steal of a find on her hands.

At home, Natalie found the perfect spot to hang her painting of the light in the woods; right across from her favorite reading chair in the living room. It was her talisman and muse.

Quite often, vivid dreams would occur at night after spending an evening gazing at the painting. These dreams were magic to her and held promise of the wonderful life she would soon be having. Natalie reveled in these dreams.

On Christmas Eve, she held a party for her friends at her home. Several of her friends had seen the painting before on one of the many occasions they had been to her place but this night was different. The painting took on a whole new aura.

“Hey Nat,” her friend Santo called above the music. “Your forest painting seems to have a glow about it tonight. Did you do something to it special for Christmas?”

Natalie  squinted her eyebrows. She walked over to Santo who was standing directly in front of her painting, staring at it.

“Um, no Santo,” she replied. “Same old cheap painting that I love.”

“Hmm. Must be the magic of the night then. I just do not remember there being glitter in the bottom corner of the painting. I thought for sure you sprinkled it there for the season,” Santo explained.

Natalie looked over her painting. sure enough, Santo was correct; there was glitter stuck to the bottom right corner of the painting. She reached forward to brush it off but when she did, her fingernail caught the chunk of glitter, tearing it away.

“OHHHH'” she gasped.

“I guess I will have to fix this,” she said calming down. She tried to smooth the corner of the painting but as she did, she noticed where she scraped off paint, there was already different paint there.

Santo watched her intensely. “Nat, you have a pentimento there.”

“A what?” Natalie asked.

“There is another painting underneath this one of your beloved forest of light. Someone painted over a different painting.”

“Oh,” Natalie nodded her head.

Then her eyes lit up. “Famous artists’ work have been discovered under such paintings as this.”

“This is true Nat. What are you going to do?” Santo asked.

“I am not sure. The forest of light painting has brought me such joy and peaceful sleep that I do not want to destroy it just because there is a minute chance a famous artist’s work is under it. The painting under is is probably one the current artist did not like and painted over. I will really have to think about this.” Natalie said.

“Good idea. Your forest of light is a feel good painting. Let it keep you feeling good.” Santo advised.

“You may be right Santo. I see some of my guest are leaving. I need to say good-bye. We can talk later.” Natalie said rushing off to her exiting guests.

Santo studied the small corner section that Natalie had scratched off. The color below was a deep brownish almost dried blood color. He shivered. he always preferred cheery colors and greens and blues. Deep muddled colors and black were never his favorites even though they do have their place in art. As he studied it, sadness crept over him, a deep, unknowing sadness, like he would never see joy again.

Suddenly, Natalie was by his side again.

‘Santo, Santo, earth to Santo,” Natalie was saying.

Santo snapped out of it.

“Natalie, please just add a few brushstrokes over this corner. Do not look into what the painting is below. Your forest of light is beautiful and joyous. Keep it that way. you really do need to paint over the corner you scratched off though.” Santo said, his eyes darting to the painting as he spoke. He fidgeted with his his hands as he spoke.

Natalie was taken aback. Santo never used her full first name. “Okay Santo. You don’t have to weird out on me. I love this painting but I will have to wait until the twenty-sixth to get the proper paints to fix it. None of the stores are open on Christmas Day.” Natalie said.

“That is good. The sooner the better. Trust me please.” he rushed on.

“I understand Santo. How about I pick you up the day after tomorrow at ten a.m. and we pick out the paint together?” Natalie offered.

“Okay. I have to go now. Midnight mass with my family you know.” Santo said, rushing to leave. “I will see you then.”

Natalie smiled. That was weird, she thought.

The rest of her guests were ready to leave so she bid them a good night and a Merry Christmas.

Joyful dreams were not to be had for Natalie that night though.


obsolescence- #WordOfTheDay

obsolescence – noun

[ob-suhlesuh ns]

1.   the state, process, or condition of being or becoming obsolete.

As my body shut down, the distinct realization  that I would soon be an obsolescence brought peace to me. I would never be a physical burden to anyone. I hit that magical milestone of one hundred with a party and a bang (my family had a party for me at the park with fireworks). I even had all of my faculties intact the way I wanted and managing to drive right until this end.

My long life had purpose and meaning and now it was time to move on to watch over others in an ethereal way. I have been summoned.

Obsolescence is my physical self, spiritually aware is now my soulful self. With this, I am good.


urbane – Word of the Day

urbane – adjective


1.   having the polish and suavity regarded as characteristic of sophisticated social life in major cities

2.   reflecting elegance, sophistication, etc., especially in expression

Lenaya was new to the socialite scene of the Upper West Side in New York City. She married into it and now her mannerisms, speech and even her text messaging and social media posts were to reflect the urbane finesse expected of her.

Floccipaucinihilipilification is NOT a Holophrase

The past three days worth of Word of the Days were not much fun to write about alone so I decided to wait until the end of the work week and use them all together. The words are starting from today and working back to Tuesday.


[holuh-freyz, hoh-luh-]


1.   a word functioning as a phrase or sentence, as the imperative Go!


[flok-suh-naw-suh-nahy-hil-uh-pil-uh-fi-key-shuh n]


1.   Rare. the estimation of something as valueless (encountered mainly as an example of one of the longest words in the   English language).




1.   the study of evidence tending to substantiate the existence of, or the search for, creatures whose reported existence is unproved, as the Abominable Snowman or the Loch Ness monster.




1.   Scot. and North England

      the armpit.
Babies and early toddlers speak in holophrases as they learn their first words. We all know them: NO! Momma! UP!
Holophrases often used at sporting events or watching them. They are a simple word with much power behind them when used as a holophrase.
Words that are not used often by ANYONE are really long words. There simply is no need for them in many conversations. Shorter words tend to get the point across better. Longer words work better when presenting ideas, etc. Oxter sweating politicians like to use longer words,(which in my opinion are meant to confuse the listener), thus speaking in tongues or using double-speak. This is when I find their words become a floccipaucinihilipilification.
The only other floccipaucinihilipilification that I can think of at this moment in time, besides double speak, are plastic bottles in landfills.
Political agendas sometimes include cutting funding of work cryptozoologists do. Cryptozoologists do valuable work in that they put to test evidence found to prove certain entities of legends do exist, aka. Nessie the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot and the like. Skeptics consider cryptozoology to be a floccipaucinihilipilification. (I am not one of those skeptics.) Just because more people have not seen these legends does not mean they do not exist, just means these creatures are elusive.
To sum up, oxter sweating politicians would fare better if they used toddler speak or holophrases more often and put more stock into gathering evidence to support their floccipaucinihilipilifications making them almost as credible as the cryptozoologists.
I hope you enjoyed this little commentary of a strange story using most of this week’s #WordOfTheDay entries from http://www.dictionary.com. I find these keep my writing going when I have no ideas.
Happy safe weekend to you all!

jiggery-pokery – Word of the Day

jiggery-pokery – noun, Chiefly British 


1.   trickery, hocus-pocus; fraud; humbug.

2.   sly, underhanded action.

3.   manipulation:

“Bugger! I fell for your jiggery-pokery again, you manipulating charlatan,” Herb said to Madame Venus, laughing along with her.

“Tis a sleight of hand on my part and a slow eye on yours that I always get away with it to,” she replied heartily.

moonbow- Word of the Day

moonbow – noun


1.   a rainbow caused by the refraction and reflection of light from the moon.

Moonbows are most often and easiest seen over falls such as Yosemite Falls in Yosemite National park and Cumberland Falls in Kentucky to name a couple of places.

The naked eyes see them as a white arc whereas long exposure photography captures the color in it beautifully.

Therefore, if you want to capture a moonbow, take a road trip to a place with waterfalls on a clear night and hope for the best.

Happy hunting!

extemporize – Word of the Day

extemporize – verb


verb – used without object

1.   to speak extemporaneously

2.   to sing, or play on an instrument, composing the music as one proceeds; improvise.

3.   to do or manage something in a makeshift way.

verb – used with object

4.   to make or devise extempore.

5.   Music. to compose offhand; improvise.

Without having all of the necessary crafting items to complete her project, Emily had to extemporize.