In which J's vocabulary takes me by surprise and makes me ponder my life's purpose.
"The winter coat is my most unfavorite thing" she declares this evening on our way home.
"What does unfavorite mean ?" I ask
"The thing that you don't like at all" J explains.
It's been warm and summery after a long time. J was in her summer clothes today and exuberant to be freed of her "unfavorite" coat.
Listening to her made me wonder what my most unfavorite thing was. I don't think I have one - there are too many contenders tied for the top slot. To have just one "most unfavorite" is Zen. It signifies peace, tranquility and emotional well being - the things that really count.