Without describing the details of yesterday’s events, how would you name the feelings which emoted from them?  Especially, pointedly, involving others.  For me, some of the names for yesterday’s emotions would include simple joy, unexpected alarm, necessary concern, and simmering anger.  How does an event get it’s emotional name?  Should there be a unique name that is not adjectival?  When will the emotion expire or transform?  If one is going to remember events which inspire emotions then it is a curious mind that wants to name those event triggered feelings.

Simple joy.  When expectation and judgement are absent from the events that warm the heart and give pleasure, one has a dessert for the day no matter the time.  It seems to me that such an event deserves a term more notable than joy.  More distinguishing than simple joy.  Less dismissive than dreary happy.  I’m going to choose beatitude even though I don’t have a full understanding of what that word means.  It is heading in the right direction.  There I’ve taken an emotion I can’t describe and chosen a name for it that I don’t fully understand.  Let’s go on shall me.

At the end of the work day, I experienced alarm, concern, and anger in quick succession.  Alarm can be a product of expectation gone awry or a sudden reality that forces a response.  I’m liking discompose and consternation here.  Discompose because it reminds me of how my frame of mind decomposes with the rearing of the death’s head of the alarming event.  I like consternation because I can see the stern dead eyes flashing back at me and telling me something I don’t yet discern but that certainly concerns me.  Dis-stern might be it if it were a word.

OK, so following unexpected alarm is necessary concern.  Is it me?  Is it my understanding?  Is it time to stiffen up and fight? The concern I’m referring to is not the caring type of concern but the what’s-going-on type.  Do you feel me?  It’s the concern you find at the crossroads of nervous and caution.  When standing at this intersection, you know that you might be about to be run over or that the ride you were expecting is never going to show.  In any case, I’m not sure if the name for this necessary concern exists.  It seems appropriate that the word have an X in it.  Let’s take vexation or anxiety.  X marks the spot on your daily emotions path where vexation and anxiety meet.  Be it Vexiety or anxiation – you know it when you feel it.

When the simmering anger starts, it won’t be stopped until it either boils over or the heat is turned down.  Rarely does the heat get turned down because this requires two people to join hands with one mind.  Disapprobation descends when dissatisfaction surfaces.  If dissatisfaction is purely one sided then the other side is blind sided.  Misunderstanding is the kindling for this meeting of unhappy souls.  Unless communication can occur, these two D’s will continue to heat up.  An intermediary who has a mutual interest can sometimes intervene.  Rarely do I see both sides of anger equally satisfied.  Often I see partings which are unfortunate because of one or the other or both attaching to anger.  Dis- and mis- go hand in hand and seldom detach from their better halves of approbation and understanding.

I have to go.  I have a bright new rooster in a dark old shed protected from a mean old cat.  It’s time to get things clucking here.  Up and away from Imperial to Sawmyl Synders Farm.