K is such an odd letter. Not many words begin with K—I’ve been trying to think of something to write all freaking day. Turns out that K ends up at the ends of and in the middle of lots of words, though:
Make, take, bake, fake, freaking, frolicking, muck, buck, huck, luck, fuck, tuck, snack, track, back, lack, crack, tack, sack, smack . . . anyway, you get the picture. I think (there’s another one) we probably should keep (another one) K around as a member of the alphabet, but I’m not finding any K topics that really inspire me to write.
Really, it’s become an exercise in free association.
You say K, I say:
Kindness (TLW just tossed this one over from her side of the bed just now—I said “meh”)
Kismet (fate, meant to be . . . blah blah)
Kitchen (we need a new kitchen—ours is far too small)
Karma (I believe in Karma)
Knees (that’s the bee’s knees!)
Knife (always said in our house with a hard K in front kah-nife)
Kool-Aid (don’t drink the Kool-Aid)
Knowledge (also with a hard k, kah-nowledge)
Koalas (awww, cute)
Kauai (oh, love Kauai. TLW and I went there once)
Kingdoms (boring)
Kangaroos (the kids were kangaroos for Halloween one year)
Kids (covered in C is for Children)
Knitting (I wish I knew how)
Kerfuffle (again, from TLW)
Kermit the Frog (I do love the Muppets)
Kings (King Felix of the Seattle Mariners)
Kilometers (ugh, I could write a blog on the metric system, or more about running—5Ks, 8Ks, 10Ks)
Kilowatts (what is a kilowatt hour, anyway?)
Kelvin (TLW again, a measurement of heat, she says. I know, I say, and type obediently)
Keg! (TLW is on a roll. She said that with enthusiasm)
Keno (TLW again—she’s getting into this)
Kafka (Gregor Samsa)
Kiss (the band or the act?)
Kegels (really, I should do those more often—strengthen my core)
Knob. Knocks. (TLW—kahnob, kahnock)
TLW: kempt, kit, key, kill, kid, kin. Kabob.
“I can’t stop. It’s a sickness,” she says. “Koi.”
“I’ve got it,” I say. “Stop.”
“King!” she yells because she has her earplugs in.
“Got it!” I yell back. “Stop!”
That’s it. That’s all I have for K. Let’s pretend this never happened.
Pamela Helberg 