The untold stories that fill my head should keep me busy for the next decade or so. By the time I use up what is up there now, I'll have another batch to share. U is getting near the end of the alphabet. We've got U today, then WXYZ is all that is left. I'm actually looking forward to the end of the challenge. There's a new site I'm working on and I've very excited about it. I have some good writers lined up, experts on the topics and they tend to be rather prolific. Won't this be fun. I'm sure we can even tell a few stories while we're working on getting our hands dirty (Hint hint).
As in "Tromp" on the accelerator. Tromping is almost like stomping, except your foot is already on it and you press down hard. When you tromp on the gas, you're punching it hard, to go as fast as you can, as quick as you can. Sometimes, tromping on the accelerator can save your life; other times it might get you a speeding ticket. Or get you out of one...
Seep. The way a liquid travels from place to another through a porous substance. Water will usually seep into your basement through cracks in the walls or floor, or it might seep through the porous concrete and leave crystalline traces after it dries. Seeping is insidious. It happens because of pressure--something is pushing that water along, forcing it through the earth like giant sponge is squeezed, forcing all the water to squirt out.
Do you ever think about seeping water? Most of us don't I'm sure. Why would we, and yet, water seeps along, filling places like marshes and bogs, certain lakes, and it even forms small streams and brooks. The water that comes from a spring seeps from the earth.
Rest. Who wouldn't like a good rest sometimes. At night, we go to bed to rest our bodies and our minds in a complex activity known as sleep. Even though it doesn't sound complex, it is. Scientists still don't fully understand rest and sleep and continue to study it. When we are sleeping, we often dream, which is another complex, poorly understood aspect of rest. Some dreams are pleasant. Some are nightmares. Others are neither pleasant or unpleasant, they just are.
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