Dictionary.com has this to say:
c.1640, probably from dialectal tid "fond, solicitous, tender" + bit (n.1) “morsel."The British version is titbit. I always snicker when I see that word. Yes, I’ve the maturity of a 13 year old boy. Not proud of that but, ya know, I y'am what I y'am.
c. 17: perhaps from dialect tid tender, of obscure originHuh. I'd hoped for something more giggle inducing.
|Our new pal, Mechagodzilla|
|Battra–looks like a cute puppy, no?|
Mothra vs. Godzilla
Godzilla vs Mothra: The Battle for Earth with special guest star Battra!
Godzilla vs. Megalon
Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla
Ya know, I’d never heard of Mechagodzilla let alone Super MechaGodzilla. And Battra? Who knew!? This marathon was def educational.
Muumuu – did you know? You can buy brightly patterned muumuus at Walgreens. Yes, a pharmacy that sells polyester, fringed sacks. Cheap too!
Yes, I actually thought about it. For all of a sec before I yelled at myself Snap out of it!
They look so comfy and bright though!
Back in Book Land – it seems that this is pastel season. The Recommended Reads shelf was oh so appropriately hued. And, now that you mention it, yes, they DO all look like Great Beach Reads for upper middle class mothers.
Elin Hilderbrand is heavily represented with Barefoot, Beautiful Day, Silver Girl, The Castaways and A Summer Affair.
With a couple exceptions, these are about happy weddings, happy, exciting, safe affairs, big, successful, happy careers in the arts and happy families (who may or may not have secrets – cue ominous music here).
In a similar vein:
The Lake Season, Hannah McKinnon
Set in the weeks leading up to an idyllic New England wedding, this “enticing and refreshing” novel sparkles with wry wit, sweet romance, and long-kept family secrets.The Vacationers, Emma Straub
An irresistible, deftly observed novel about the secrets, joys, and jealousies that rise to the surface over the course of an American family’s two-week stay in Mallorca.Cozy, sparkling stories for and about privileged women who don’t need to worry, not even for one tiny second, about money, career, health or their respective places in the world.
Oh and nearby there was an entire table of hardcovers dedicated to that ignorant, dimwitted, right wing lie machine (no, not talkin’ ‘bout Trump…this time) Bill O’Reilly.
A) Looks like he’s keeping his ghostwriter very busyIs this Barnes and Nobles' last attempt to sell these suckers at full-ish price before sticking them on the Oh God, Puh-LEEEZE Buy Me shelves? That being the last step before they're sent back to the publisher where they'll get the fate they so richly deserve – pulping.
B) What’s with the killing theme? No, never mind, I really don’t want to step any closer to that clapped out, maggot riddled, fever swamp that he, doubtless, thinks of as a keen intellect.
On the meditation front – I’ve tried going down to the seawall without my camera to experience the sunrise, the play of light on the wavelets, the clouds, the gulls zooming overhead. I breathe deep, take in all the magical spring scents and just BE. Doin' great, right!?
Yeah, I’m good for two minutes before I race back to the house for the old Canon because Damn, that’s some fabulous orange goin’ on!
Maybe the act of capturing the beauty around me (attempting to anyway) is, in itself, a form of meditation. Hmmmm? Could be!