I have no idea what was his real name. If ever I knew it, I have long since forgotten it since we only lived in proximity for about nine months. But I do recall that he liked to be called Wolfman. He had an affinity for the plight of wolves in the wild.
Mostly I recall his unique affinity for jargon, Word Junkie that I am!
Why this has come to mind today I cannot say. Perhaps it's because I'm doing my level best to focus on key priorities instead of laboring over the trivial. It's a delicate balance, this merging of the Mary & Martha in me. Wolfman's perspective helps a great deal.
One day, while visiting across the lane with him, he shared a story about his days managing a labor force. The details are lost to me now, but I still laugh ~ often aloud ~ when I hear the word minutiae (pronounced minoosha). Think "trivial". Wolfman used the word malotia in its stead. What's more, he used it every time he spoke, and in every application conceivable. Never mind it has no Merriam Webster endorsement.
"It bothered me no end when people would get caught up
in the malotia instead of the things that really mattered!"
"I need to take care of a lot of malotia before
getting my taxes done."
Get the drift?
Are you laughing yet?
I never felt lead to correct Wolfman. It was just far too much fun anticipating how he'd use malotia the next time. Besides, I would never have had today's