Well, something exciting finally happened at work today. And I wasn’t even clocked in yet. We had a bunch of stuff that we listed on E-Bay last Wednesday because they were having a ten cent listing special. So, of course, all the auctions ended last night. We grossed over $200, which is better than we expected. Anyway, Berck had a pile of packages ready to go out in the mail this morning, so I took them, since he’s got to be at the flight school for flight instructing ground school early all week. I’m always anally worried about being late…
It’s summer here, now. Fortunately, it took its time getting here. It’s currently 96.8F. I’d really hoped that I’d be gone before it got hot, oh well. Yesterday was warm enough I finally hard to turn the air conditioner on. And now it will run until September, or we move out, never cooling below 75 degrees. This is the part about Oklahoma I don’t like.
To begin with, it’s “bated” as opposed to “baited”. “Waiting with baited breath” is clearly rather nonsensical. You’re waiting with your breath set as bait in a trap? Bated is an archaic, abreviated form of “abated”. So, “waiting with abated breath,” essentially means that your breath has lessened, or likely stopped, because you’re wracked with nervousness or fear. Essentially, you’re holding your breath. So another common idiomatic expression, for the sake of consistency, ought to have been phrased, “I’m not going to bate my breath,” when you don’t think something will actually happen. It’s weird how idiomatic expressions linger in…
Photos are up (see the photos page in the links section of the sidebar). I should probably write about and/or add captions. Perhaps later. A picture’s worth a 1,000 words, right?