Posted on 02/18/2013 7:32:43 AM PST by xsmommy
Word For The Day, Monday, 2/18/13
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of "Word for the Day".
wangle; verb
verb (used with object) 1. to bring about, accomplish, or obtain by scheming or underhand methods: to wangle an invitation. 2. to falsify or manipulate for dishonest ends: to wangle business records. verb (used without object) 3. to use contrivance, scheming, or underhand methods to obtain some goal or result. 4. to manipulate something for dishonest ends. noun 5. an act or instance of wangling.
Etymology: 1810–20; blend of wag (the tongue) and dangle (about someone, i.e., hang around someone, court someone's favor)
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A+++ i will do that! we have one at the corner of our house in the back!
Crepe myrtles are only in a few yards-they are not commonly planted in our thin, rocky soil, hence the native vegetation as an indicator of the probable last freeze. A few miles to the south, mesquite trees are a fairly reliable indicator-but here, mountain laurels, oak trees, etc must serve, along with the farmers’ almanac...
OK, you must be North of me. Crepe-myrtles thrive in Houston. My crepe myrtles are still dormant. :-)
Thank you!
I’ve been singing this Pink Floyd tune for two days-my fellow hiker even asked me this morning if I heard it recently-
“Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
Flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone, my senses reel
Fatal attraction that’s holding me fast
Now, can’t escape this irresistible grasp
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted; just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladen, empty, and turned to stone
A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded-determined to try
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted; just an earth-bound misfit, I”
I’m way west and a bit north of you in the hill country. Not only it is a lot warmer where you are, there is also plenty of dirt. Nothing has leaves or blooms here yet but the winter vegetation and the evergreen trees and shrubs-it will freeze again.
I’m trying to wangle a break in my day to see what is happening on FR, but we’re shorthanded and every break I get results in my phone ringing, as it just did again.
5 degrees here this morning, going up into the 40s.
We do hear some birds singing most mornings, so there is that sign of spring.
Hey y’all, it’s too late in the day to post a thread so I’ll catch you next time.
FRiday’s class is about to start, hang on.
You forgot Reggie Love was part of that little getaway. Talk about a wangle!
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