While writing the above paragraph I had cause to check on the definition of purple prose:
In literary criticism, purple prose is prose text that is so extravagant, ornate, or flowery as to break the flow and draw excessive attention to itself. Purple prose is characterized by the extensive use of adjectives, adverbs, zombie nouns, and metaphors.What jumped out at me was the term "zombie nouns" - that's a new one on me. So I had to look up that term and found a delightful article from the NYT on the subject. You can click the link if you are curious, or just move on.
Back to my original first odd thought.
I do the NYT crossword puzzle every day. Supposedly they get more difficult as the week progresses. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - you can do the puzzles in your head - no pen or paper needed. Lately the Thursday puzzles have been REALLY hard and the Friday puzzle less so. That kind of goes against pattern. Saturday puzzles vary in their difficulty. Sunday puzzles, oddly enough, are usually quite easy. I know, they should be the most difficult, instead they are just the largest puzzles and I often get bored filling in the squares; they just go on and on.
What makes me a little crazy about crossword puzzles is when they mock me. I start in the upper left hand corner, do the first across and then do the down clues - once that corner is done I then do all the down clues. I know, I know most people probably do the across clues first but then I read the ends of books first. Well not precisely 'first' - I read the first few chapters, then the end, then the middle. I can't enjoy the trip if I don't know where I'm going.
So there I am whipping through a crossword puzzle and then I hit a wall. Can't get the answers and often I don't even understand the clues! It's like the puzzle is saying to me "Ha- Thought this was an easy one, eh. Suckha!"
An odd thought I have every Monday and Friday, which are laundry days. One of the compromises I made when we bought this condo was no in-unit washer/dryer. That was a BIG compromise for me. Huge. I still, and always will, regret it. And it is a compromise I will never, ever make again.
There are 2 laundry rooms on each floor and we are situated quite close to one. Mondays and Fridays I get up at the crack of dawn to get into the laundry room before anyone else but when all is done and I am folding the clothes I experience a wave of delight. My clothes are so nice and bright - the whites are SO white, the colors SO bright. It just makes me happy.