'Photi'
Wanna play a little game with this old writer (well, new writer on Substack)?
Many of us who pay attention to what is done to better our lives have become discouraged by what is being done these days to better the lives of billionaires. Personally, I’ve become so discouraged that it’s now difficult for me to keep writing about politics. Yep, politics, that which controls all our lives, and which has been my main focus for almost five years.
I’ve not written anything at all in a month.
“Dammit, Katharine! I told myself this morning. “You sit yourself down right now at your computer and write … something. Anything.”
Okay.
Let’s go back to an innocent time, 70 years ago, when millionaire was about as wealthy as most anyone could imagine.
Spell it Weird
Game time, the quintessence of innocence.
When I was little, my Mom and I played a game we made up called “Spell it Weird.” Take any phonetically spelled word and spell it like one or more other words with weird spellings. You win if you come up with a weird word the other players can’t decipher, or if you can decipher everybody else’s weird words.
I won with “photi.”
Can you tell what the real, phonetically spelled word is? Give it a try, and come up with your own spell-it-weird word. Let’s play.
If nobody can decipher “photi,” I’ll do it. In a comment. Maybe.