Gotcha. He said, just as I was about to repeat my instructions.
Gotcha no longer means “Tricked you.” It now means Yup. Roger that. Now, let’s move.
I have heard this expression more and more lately and as a rule I don’t like this kind of short-cut language. Slang. My mother was never a fan of slang. She wanted complete sentences with structure and verbal punctuation and, God Help Me, I find that some her dislike of mangled English seems to have been passed down to me. But my mother was not always right. We were never allowed to wear jandals (bad for the posture) or study ballet (only for cheap girls who like to wear makeup) or wear make up (only for cheap girls who study typing) or wear bras (drawing attention to ourselves as we type) or talk to boys (inviting Trouble with a capital T that would ruin your make-up) OR study typing (I had to study the Arts).
Oh how I wish I had learnt typing – my TWO typing fingers get so tired!
Anyway , I have chosen to embrace ‘Gotcha’.
I never say it of course – I won’t go that far – but when I hear it said to me it sounds so comforting. It sounds like I no longer need to worry. They understand. I can take my hands off. The information has been successfully delivered. No longer my problem. Gotcha. Over to you.
I like it.
Do you remember, Lori the lady who adopted Lurch – whose name was Maggie, well a friend of hers made Lurch’s wheelchair. This woman is going to have a go at making a two wheeled chariot for Tane. (One of the Fellowship suggested this a while back but it has taken this long for me to give up on Tane walking by himsef). We are still at the discussion stage but I am feeling tentatively hopeful. I have looked online too but they are too expensive and we need something for a long, short, round pig. With wheels he can go for therapy walks around the property – under supervision – using his strong front legs, and his back legs touching the ground and working without the weight on them, straightening out his spine and getting his heart rate up. I will work with this person and if this does not work begin the search to find a second hand chariot for a pig.
This is an experiment after all. Tane may reject it. And he has teeth and tusks as back up. So I am still working on the idea. This will be the farmy’s Christmas challenge. Wheels for the little boar.
I love Sheila. She is still wonderfully fit and slim and would never use slang. She is a proper lady pig so she is. Albeit with a muddy bottom.
I hope you have a lovely day.