Inflection Infection

Accidents? Or. Accidence? There are no accidents. Or oopsies. Or oops.’es. Maybe we are all dense. I know I am guilty of stupid sometimes.

Grammar has become that branch of linguistics that deals with a language’s inflections (Accidence), other structures of words (Morphology), it’s phonetic system(Phonology), and the arrangement of its word in a sentence (Syntax).

Ah. I fondly remember the glory days of a sentence. “The cat in the hat.” “The dog eats a bone”. My apologies. Faded off for a second there.

Late Latin “Accidentia”- “categories applicable to a word class (such as gender, number, and case for nouns) Contingent attribute. Accidence —in Middle English, “set of grammatical endings”

To me, the above only solidifies the beautiful foundation of English. It’s rules and its never ending beauty.

Unfortunately. These are precarious times. And.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Oftentimes the catch says more about the catcher. Than the “other”. The truth is usually held in our eyes as our eyes are our windows to our souls.

If you need to correct me, by all means do so. Correct me. But, please if we are attempting to “change the conversation”. Can there be some human rules and boundaries. And less, making it up as we go along, on a whim.

Pop culture sings: My Love don’t cost a thing. But I beg to differ. Depending on where and how you live and who and how you manage the little buggers at your door. The ankle biters. The green-eyed, the blue-eyed, the brown-eyed buggers.

Especially, the green-eyed ones. They are the most difficult to figure out, I think. But

again. Please feel free to correct me.

My apologies for…..

For caring. May be too much. There are two ways to skin a cat. I choose the latter. On behalf of “changing the conversation”. Mostly and first for the kids. And not. The adults right now. We should know better. And when we do act childishly, we deserve our bites and lumps. Stupidity has a price too. A negative one. Stupidity don’t cost a thing too. By the way, which way to……

The beachfront property. We get it. Climate changing and all. But.? In addition When “Love don’t costa thing..” How much does love cost? Is the devil in the details? Just want to make sure to plan ahead.

Accident. Accidence. Alright Already. Defeated. Dejected. Debunked. Or. Delighted, De- loriois and Deglorius. Looking for the green, green grass somewhere over there.

My bad. Maybe your bad. It is somebody’s bad.

My brown-eyed- self no match to your green -eyed girl.”

My assumption in that we were talking about boys and girls. And, oops, I played a hand of who I may be………Althought in reality, in the real word.I know who I am.

I get it.I got you. We are bonafide fighters. Not just “sellin’ it for the sake and sale of sellin” it.

By the by, or by the way, How’s that workin’ out for you?—and for US— changin’ the conversation and all?.. Good? Bad?. Embarrassing? ( Believe it or not. We all have felt that feeling—Embarrassment of ourselves, our actions. We do know that feeling) At the same time, we are a patiently awaiting’…….For the conversation to PLEASE go back to some semblance of normalcy.

Can we talk? If you have the time. And we believe that time is

Precious.

So. We will respect yours. In the hopes that you. Respect ours. Too.

Can we broach the topic(s) of FERPA and RFRA? With you. Because this matters in discussing personhood and the relation to racism and prejudice—even out there on the beach. Our lives really do depend on it. Federal rights and the rights to privacy and all.

Do yours? Still depend on it.? Or are you a rock star who sold it to the highest bidders and then said Blaaaaaaaa. Uggggggghhhhhh. I am a runnin’ away. From the free-eyed green-eyed monsters who want what I want. Problem is, I want what they want. Sounds deliriously short sighted. We are collectively glad you got a buzz. Can we get one too? We still walk-in’……to somewhere. Destination un known.

Are you, have you always been devoted or quest-ly just moving to the beachfront with todays, climate problems, we don’t blame you. Looking for greener pastures, we get that too. And when we got you, did you got us, too?. Did you have a plan. For the rest of us? The views, it’s origins. Just so we know.

You know. Where you originate from. Hey. We ain’t judgin’ and hopefully you are not as well. Otherwise our apple carts crash, throttle and burn. None of us want that. How ‘bout you?

Repeated attempts to “change the conversation” has resulted in little depth and a whole lotta shallow. Was that your intention? Because that is what YOU need. Deep waters? You good now? We are barely treading.

Sounds kinda shallow to me. Even short-sighted. We ain’t all good, but again you sold it, you sold it. Our bad. So now? Can we please re-visit, please talk about the FERPA and the RFRA.

Oops. Almost forgot.Stupid me. Discussion time. You game? “Let’s go.!

O.K. In the USA, there is RFRA and FERPA. ( No. I did not just belch. This is for real stuff).

RFRA designed for service members of our country, of the USA, provides protection to and of their beliefs. Religious. Even if and when circumstances harshly and sometimes force them to potentially denounce their religious beliefs. In the benefit of yours or others beliefs.

To force a person’s hand kinda like….?

Sounds a bit like coercion to me. Maybe manipulation, definitely. How did you and do you defend the American citizen. With a blind eye and misted vision. I, Godly, hope not. Oops played another hand there. Didn’t I. Defensively. Yes. Play your hand now that you are more powerful.

I am shaking in my boots, booty and trembling in my soul. But when I do so, will my security be there, be available? For me—you know, my socially conscious security. Can you and will guarantee me this?

I did not think so and I never did. Think so.

To that I say. Ugh. To the green eyed monster and all its tentacles. UGh. And AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.I run away from you while I search of ……and for………

A clue. A hint even. Maybe I am just plain clueless. I hope there is hope for me.

Maybe there oughta be an app for: “Stupid people who believe in humankind”. I would like that app. Because I feel stupid sometimes, when there is little trust around to be found. When trying to figure out what another person is religious about.

Been walking around a lot and have yet to understand.

If you wanna begin the “argument” walk a mile(even a few steps in another’s shoes.) Then see how you like. The freebies, the SNAP, the WIC. Nice thought. Lacks a boatload of empowerment though. Out there on the beach. Even the persons, “not supposed to be here” would most likely agree.

The freebies—the green-eyed, the blue-eyed, the brown-eyed might all agree too.

They care not about the color or the style. Mostly about a change and chance at empowerment.Do you. Have you aspired to that? Thinking, l will do whatever it takes.

FERPALLY speaking. The freebies and education. Where do you stand in re: education? The admissions of admittance of the under the table wheeling and dealing? Of the least of us and the least of these and those. Did you even stand in their honor? The little ones too? The least of these. I for one religiously think, “I wish I could do more.” All the time. Do you stand upon your platform and feel,

Validated, Vindicated. And thus allowed to move along.

Which one did you pick? In order to get there from here. with the intention of passing on. A legacy. I, for one, love here, and there, and will not diss here in order to get there. On another’s back, mind and all.

Perhaps my brown-eyed self is too naive? Point taken. However, I will beg, if I must. Yes, beg ( is that/ was that your plan all along?) O.k. I am begging. Ugh. Running even faster away from the green-eyed monster at the same time.

But I will confess.

I am exhausted.

About this particular conversation.

And, yet, there is still is no solid plan.

I am tired too.

How ‘bout you🙃