One of my mother’s favourite words is “muggy.” Growing up, I don’t think I ever heard anyone else use that word.
Today is going to be muggy. This whole week is going to be muggy. So I hope you find a way to keep your cool.
Categories: General
One of my mother’s favourite words is “muggy.” Growing up, I don’t think I ever heard anyone else use that word.
Today is going to be muggy. This whole week is going to be muggy. So I hope you find a way to keep your cool.
Categories: General
London
I’ve recently re-discovered freezies. Oh lord are they good – and the small ones you can get from the grocery store are only 10 calories. So you can pig out and have like 5.
jadey: The best part is the little bit of melted sugar water at the bottom!
Just call me “mom” Dan (but not to my face
) “Muggy” has always been part of my vocabulary. I don’t know what it is, but when it’s hot and muggy, the first thing I have to have is grapes. Cold red and green seedless grapes…and watermelon. I’m not a great melon fan, but about once a year I have a couple of slices of it and I bought one of those little seedless ones this morning and put it in the fridge…with the grapes and some freezies as a matter of fact. I’m ready! Bring on the heat!!!!!
pinkypie: There are worse things than sounding like my Mom!
I wonder if someone has an etymology dictionary handy? Personally, I’m too lazy to actually look it up, even online, but I hear “muggy” all the time on US weathercasts. I think it is a popular southern US-ism too. Maybe your Mom vacationed in Florida or Myrtle Beach SC.
I have heard “Muggy” used on US-based weathercasts. I believe it is a term originating in the south. Perhaps your Mom visited Florida or Myrtle Beach where one hears it alot. Does anyone want to check the etymology of the word?
Just means hot and humid. Bet if one trolled the online Globe (free with LPL
card) the term would turn up, and certainly it was a radio term when that was
the only broadcast medium. Anyone remember Percy Saltzman using it CBCtv?
The Day Lady Died
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets
in Ghana are doing these days ….(more)
Frank O’Hara 1926–1966 , “The Day Lady Died”
from Lunch Poems. Copyright © 1964