Decades ago they kept the OED, the dictionary, in the powder room so when we kids went to the “loo” we had to open the book, find a new word, pronounce it and define it, then use it in a sentence.
I love them for that. It made me want to learn. Of course as a kid wanting to go outside and play, it was annoying at the time but it was a labor of love.
Perhaps I should rename this blog A Labor of Love because that is what I am. Of course someone will already have that moniker. I thank my Aunts for guiding me to knowledge, that eventually became wisdom. Cheers, Dee