Thinking about words…
This week appears to be one of those weeks that my brain isn’t quite functioning properly. Maybe it’s nerves of things upcomming, or the fact I gave up two things that have been a big deal lately for Lent, and am jumpy because of it. Today I thought I missplaced $20 that my grandmother gave me to go get her car washed and get lunch but I actually didn’t, though I did lose one of her magnet signs and ruined the other one, because I forgot to take them off of the car. I told her I had a “brain fart” after I discovered that I just wasn’t looking in the correct pockets for the money, she got frustrated with me and said “don’t say that!”. Really it’s completely harmless, but then, I was once bothered when I heard Amy Grant say “screw that”. Words change in meaning over time, and even we become desensitized to them sometimes. “Brain fart” just means I forgot, but to my grandmother, she still sees the word “fart” as meaning what it does when you say it by itself, and that apparently makes it a bad thing.

