I’ve been feeling quite logy today (my blood pressure shot up), so I have been putzing around.
Apart from a quick visit to say “hi” to Ben, and to get some juice at the market, I have stayed at home.
I slept a lot.
I had time for inner reflection, and that was revelatory.
I wonder why I am often so prickly, so defensive.
And I set that alongside my “public” cheerful and funny self, and my habit of being spontaneously generous.
It is so odd to be human. Odd, I think, in the sense of our self and world awareness; and of our self critique.
Maybe the cats have it better, but I am not sure if they appreciate Beethoven!
My minor activities (cleaning the cats’ litter boxes; washing some sheer curtains; doing some ironing) left me quite tired, so it’ll be an early night, dosed up with a sleeping pill.
I seem to remember that we used “logy” in England. I am not so sure about “putzing”
So I looked up “logy” and “putzing” in an internet dictionary. (See below).
The origin of “logy” did not surprise me.
However I was intrigued by the (possible) Yiddish origin of “putz”/ “pots”.
lo•gy (l g )
adj. lo•gi•er, lo•gi•est
Characterized by lethargy; sluggish.
[Perhaps from Dutch log, heavy or variant of English loggy, heavy, sluggish, from log1.]
putz (p ts)
1. Slang A fool; an idiot.
2. Vulgar Slang A penis.
intr.v. putzed, putz•ing, putz•es Slang
To behave in an idle manner; putter.
[Yiddish pots, penis, fool.]