Q: 17 of 26

So here we are in the 21st installment of the Random Alphabet of SRH. For the 21st trip into the historical alphabet we come to the much maligned and seldom seen by itself letter Q.

No, not that Q. Hey, Trekkers, Holla Holla!

Q is an odd letter (more odd than just being 17th out of 26) because it is almost a superfluous member of the alphabet. Usually the letter is followed immediately by the letter U. I am not sure as to the reasoning behind this unique letter symbiosis, so all the linguists out there who read this post, please educate me in the comments section. In all fairness, the letter could be replaced by “kw” in most instances without even increasing the letter count for the word.

Anyway, without further ado…

Q: Big Q, Little q, What begins with Q? The quick queen of Quincy and her quacking quackeroo.

Q?!?! I knew this day would come, and I had no idea what word I was going to choose. What did I do to remedy the situation? Did I randomly select a word in the dictionary? Did I look through a thesaurus at words I know describe me for “q” initialed synonyms? No, I called Wifey to see if she thought of any words that started with “Q.” Here is our conversation, and I misquote.

“’Questions’, you Dummyhead. You do 20 Questions Tuesday every week,” she opined
“But that’s tooo obvious,” I whined.
“How, about ‘Quick Witted?’
“Too boastful,” I carped
“How about ‘Quirky?’” she inquired
“How would I write about that?” I lamented
“Okay, ‘Querulous,’ Jackass!” and she hung up.
“I am not” I groused to no one in particular.

So here I am, the word that Wifey feels describe me best is Querulous.

One of the big truths of my life is that fact that I am a whiner and a complainer. Don’t get me wrong. I will do things I don’t want to do, but, much to the chagrin of people around me, I will whine about it the whole time. I wish it were not the case, but, alas it is. I whine… a bunch… all the time… about everything.

What am I currently querulous about? My hip hurts, I don’t like scraping off dishes, my shoulder hurts, I need more pants, I need more shirts, the neighbors down the street are still dealing pot, Little Man wants to watch trains all the time, my neck hurts, I get headaches all the time, I am out of shape, I have a hard time coming up with blog topics, I am burnt out at work, I don’t get enough sleep, I could go on forever, well, because I am querulous.

To recap
Nobody likes a whiner
But, there are few things harder to put up with than a good example
I have a cover to create and 4 maps that need to be done by tomorrow
And, yet, here I am writing to the unseen masses
The Name of the Wind
Read it!
I command you, my minions! Read it!
And no, the name of the wind is not Mariah
That is just what it is called
Have a great weekend everyone