Some years ago a new teacher came into the room where I learned from kids. Her arms clutched a box filled with what would change this classroom into her space, her place to learn from the kids. I answered her silent query by saying, “Tump it anywhere. This is your room now.”
“Tump it? Did you say tump it? Oh my gosh.” With that, Nancy gave me a bear hug saying that anyone who knew tump had to be a kindred spirit. This classroom opened primed and ready for her by that single word…a bastardized union of dump and turn over…tump.
Pat C. is the brains behind the Journaling Group held at Keeler Women Center. I sit second chair to listen, learn and add my perspectives. My life has been a bit preoccupied with making peace, with deep breathing, with the acceptance that has no alternative. Class day had some morning complications. Our plan to evaluate prior to class was not going to happen.
I emailed that my life had taken a bockity turn and I needed to handle that bockity stuff.
“Define, please.”
Right. Think back to post depression childhood, happily pulling a second-hand wagon with a bent axle or a flat wheel, a cherished wagon that was a bit off the game. The ride was bockity, off kilter, off-center, off straight and narrow, but still a great ride.
Last Sam day, my cherished Friday companion was a huge part of the continuing miracle of my new normal. DeDe gave us the gift of friendship via the gift of a membership at Union Station. She gave us the gift of freedom from making choices about what we could afford each Friday–the gift of completely cherishing the day from 10:00 AM until the cookies from Rocky Mountain Chocolate Company signal curfew. Sam reminds me that we have to tell DeDe that he repreciates her.
Of course, I know that tump, bockity and repreciate are not Webster words, but rather people words–words that evolved because language evolves, because sometimes we have to find a more perfect way to make the room our own.
Dave Ramsey continues to say what I believe when asked “How are you?’
“Better than I deserve.” The tee-shirt is right. Life Is Good.