“workout noun a session of physical exercise or training. See also work out (sense 2) at work.”
“work out 1 to be successfully achieved or resolved • It'll all work out in the end. 2 to perform a set of energetic physical exercises • She's working out at the gym. See also workout.”
However, I have now learnt that ‘work out’ and ‘workout’ are interchangeable when referring to resolving or calculating. I am not sure if I know of any other word that can be split in two and retain the same meaning. (Note insist on there being a hyphen as ‘work-out’)
It could be argued that the interchangeability is restricted to use as a verb and so EBS’s use is suspect but one would need a more qualified judge than yours truly for that.
I spotted this sign at the weekend and was planning a blog pondering what EBS were asking me to ‘work out’ (as in resolve).
Last week, I spotted these signs adjacent to the Mercy Hospital and it reminded me of a story that I heard a while back which I risk sharing.
Frank and Mary were enjoying dinner at a lovely restaurant. The food was great and the conversation was flowing. This was their fifth outing – what some might call their fifth date, but neither had yet used that word.
Both had been single for many years – one widowed, one divorced. Both had thought that they were looking at a solitary life for the rest of their time but then they met at a house party and had begun chatting and got on well.
The follow-up meetings, or dates, all went so well and they appeared to have sufficient interests in common to promote mutual interest as well as other activities to maintain one’s independent life as well as a source of discussion.
All appeared to be going so very well and the topic of possibly living together had been discussed in terms of preferred location and house type. The matter of intimacy, in typical Irish fashion, had not yet been breached. Frank had mentally tussled with how to introduce this into conversation and eventually just decided to go straight for the jugular.
While enjoying the coffee Frank steered the conversation. “Mary, we have not discussed intimacy and love-making.”
Mary took a longer sip from her tea than she had planned and replied, “I like it infrequently.”
Frank paused momentarily before asking, “Is that one word or two?”
No Such Thing as Bad Publicity - Chapter 22
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No it is not a new newspaper.
Just something spotted recently on Devonshire St
On our visit to Corcomroe Abbey, I did take a stroll around the cemetery.
This was added to my list of inscriptions that provoke contemplation – even some months later.
It reminds me of the scene in Jean de Florette that remains readily accessible in the brain when they stop the clock – the first time such a custom registered with me. A custom I like.
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When at the Dingle Aquarium, we did not spot any starfish regenerating their legs but I thnk we spotted an extra ‘o’ floating around the place.
It appears that in Wisconsin that the sweets are made at home by the maids.
Or is this another example of American English………
When Doc forwarded these photographs to me last week, I could not wait to get to a French – English dictionary to see if Rum had a different meaning in French a so possibly creating an ice cream for philosophers.
Alas, Rum translates as Rum so another possible blog withered down to this.
Early Saturday morning in Manorhamilton, I did stand stationary taking this photograph but am still at a loss as to how Party affects Toys.
As the shop is now closed down, maybe this riddle, or telling the public to stop, put off potential customers.
I suppose that if you are looking to have work done on your bike, you are probably more concerned with their ability as a mechanic rather than their spelling.
I sometimes wonder if anyone might deliberately include a misspelling in a sign to make it more memorable or to have the likes of me comment on it
Or maybe it is to trap anyone who might call in to comment and allow the owner to ‘go spare’ or accuse the pedant, like me, of being a ‘spare’
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