I wrote it in a comment: "I'll be jiggered."
Where did that come from. It is not part of my vocabulary, but there it was popping onto the screen. It's an expression of surprise that my maternal grandfather used to use — the grandfather whom I haven't conversed with for 66 years. I had to look it up to be sure that I was remembering correctly and also getting the usage right. Strangely enough, I was.
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Informal.
Meanwhile . . .
Sue left me for the weekend, but I carried on as usual, within reason. On Saturday I parked at Market Square and walked north toward the trail bridge but not quite all of the way. I keep hoping for a good snowmobile photo, but those boys tend to ride black machines and wear black clothes.
I bought a coffee and breakfast sandwich and parked in our usual spot. I decided to maintain tradition and take a selfie without Sue. I did roll up the rim, but I am afraid that I didn't win. My open coat testifies that it was a mild day although the next day was extremely cold.
Soon after getting back home, Danica and Jonathan dropped by to keep me company, and we played cribbage. I am sure that Sue requested that they visit me. We were busy trying to remember how to play three-handed crib, so I didn't take pictures. We were figuring the game out by the end.
I shopped for groceries on Sunday, but it was so cold that I put off my walk until late afternoon. There is warming in the forecast, but that begins tomorrow. I did walk in the afternoon. After parking at Market Square again, I walked south along the trail and ended up at the rink where one kid was doing his bit with a stick and puck on the very bumpy ice. With the impending warmer weather, the outdoor skating season is about to end. I decided to replace the banal suburban background with snowy mountains.
Good grief! It’s -28B/-19F this morning, before we head into two weeks of daytime temperatures above freezing. No walky for me this morning. Sue will return home this afternoon.



Loved the mountains, too bad they don't live near you! But you've access to everywhere in the world now. Yikes on your cold still. I do hope thaw is soon for your sakes.
ReplyDeleteBrrr! I am sure Sue asked them to stop by being as frail as you are!
ReplyDelete- 19! Yikes! Well, Sue's return will warm you up. (Rick has left me too, but for a couple of weeks. Somehow I never run short of things to do!)
ReplyDeleteI was entranced by the mountains and wondered for a brief moment, then I read the rest of the story! I know the word 'jiggered' but can't say I've ever used it. I bet it will happen now.
ReplyDeleteYou beat our low temps this morning. Funny I didn't even notice that those mountains did not originate there. You had me fooled.
ReplyDeleteBrrrr, and yes you fooled me with the mountains too! Cheers to warming temps and signs of spring headed your way.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't that kid be surprised to look up and see those mountains!
ReplyDeleteYou are such a dedicated walker. I hesitate to go even if it's in the 30s. Warm for you! Love the mountains. How nice of your daughter and grandson to keep you company!
ReplyDeleteVery clever to insert snowy mountains. Haha.
ReplyDeleteI haven't played cribbage in a long while. Have a nice day today.
ReplyDeleteLovely to see the mountain range, a very nice scenic backdrop for the young hockey player. I used to use that phrase, "I'll be jiggered!" quite a lot back in the day. Yes, that's a might cold and brave of you to get out in it. Proves my point that those who live in the north are hardier stock. A lovely selfie by the way.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you can take care of yourself and carry on in Sue's absence. 'Jiggered' must we related somehow to 'jigging' for cod, which our boys did in Newfoundland.
ReplyDeleteThe way I have heard the word is in the form of a mild cuss word:
ReplyDelete“I”ll be jiggered!”
in a way, sort of like the British mild cuss word, “buggered”. I do not know for sure, but I suspect that it somehow relates back to the term “jig” in fishing….. perhaps suggesting the “surprise” a fish feels when the lure (the “jig”) it bites onto is NOT food, but a trap instead.
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It’s curious how an old phrase like “I’ll be jiggered” can surface unbidden like a snowmobile flickering through winter light
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, John! Your selfies always make me smile.
ReplyDeleteThat looks cold. It's been warm here.
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