I had an email from a concerned reader regarding last night’s post. Besides wishing me well, it said, “Just finished reading your blog, Tommie. There are two definitions for the word ‘anal’. Maybe if you mean analytical, you should spell it out so there is no misunderstanding. Just saying.”
Now, just so there IS no misunderstanding, I meant what I said. I am not an analytical person. At least I don’t think I am. There are people who can analyze the dickens out of anything until the cows come home and my eyes glaze over.
The way I meant it is expressed this way on Wikipedia:
The term anal retentive (also anally retentive), commonly abbreviated to anal, is used to describe a person who pays such attention to detail that the obsession becomes an annoyance to others, potentially to the detriment of the anal-retentive person.
Now, I can spot a typo a mile away (if it isn’t my own) and misspelled words drive me up the wall. If either one is something I can correct, I correct it.
I’m sure I’m annoying when I insist on debunking viral hoaxes on Facebook. I hate it when people send me forwards without checking out the validity first.
There are traits I exhibit that can be anal-expulsive, too. I’m totally disorganized and messy. I guess I’m a complicated mixed-up human being.
The editor is happy I’m anal. I can’t rest until the lessons are as close to perfect as I can get them. If there’s an extra space, I’ll take it out, save the file and upload it to the server. I’m probably a thorn in the side of the HTML expert, though.
That’s all I’ll say about my being anally retentive.
I’ve gotten enough done today that I may feel it tomorrow. This morning, I decided it would be a good idea to reverse the direction of the ceiling fan so it will push the warm air down. I climbed on a chair and was feeling for the switch when I noticed the buildup of dust. Pulling an old sock over my hand, I climbed up again and dusted the blades. I don’t remember why I needed to climb up a third time but I felt like Lee Kaufman except I didn’t have Morty to help.
Thankfully, Twinkle is dosed, fed and I need to change her water before I go to bed. I didn’t go to the mailbox but there usually isn’t anything to speak of on Monday. There usually isn’t anything at all. Tomorrow will be the ad from Bi-Lo and probably the Shopper. LOTE for sure.