serotinal \si-ROT-n-l, ser-uh-TAHYN-l\, adjective:
pertaining to or occurring in late summer.
The night condenses into me, allays the bonds of my serotinal blight. Count Dracula and I share in this flight: we seek moist shadows underneath the quays, in marrow-darkness bid our bodies twist.
-- Philip K. Jason, Near the Fire, 1983
Botanists use the word serotinous to describe late-blossoming, and serotinal refers to the late-summer season of the year, especially used in descriptions of life-histories of freshwater organisms (Allaby 1985).
-- Robert J. Whelan, The Ecology of Fire, 1995
In these population dynamic trends obvious differences exist between the aestival and serotinal aspects.
-- Acta Entomologica Bohemoslovaca, 1986
Serotinal entered English in the early twentieth century. It is derived from the Latin word sērōtinus meaning "late of time."
I have stolen this Word of the Day from Dorianne Laux's facebook. I have a serontinal cold. It could be a sinus infection. I am not sure. Whatever it is has made me feel tired and awful. I'm no fun to be around. I'm super sensitive and take everything too seriously. I bought orange juice at the store, and saw a car following me. Normally I would scoot out of the way, but I wanted to yell "I'm sick! Give me a break!" Someone asked me if I watched Diana Nyhad swim from Cuba to Florida, I said back "I'm sick! Why would I watch a woman swim in the cold water? She might catch her death from pneumonia!" Not only am I sick, I sound like a crotchety old person.
I should've known I was at risk getting sick: I had a lot thrown at me this summer with Dad. Yet Friday night my throat started to feel scratchy. Then the familiar ache came. When I get sick I always start with a sore throat. I'm okay for a while, then I start sneezing. I sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze. Before hand I bought Kleenex on sale. The three boxes will be used up by the time I'm well.
The worst part is the coughing. When I was a kid I would wake up just coughing and coughing so hard the bed shook. It didn't matter I took enough NyQuil to make The Rolling Stones sleepy, it wasn't enough for me. I'd cough for a while, then get dehydrated. I'd get up, get water, then start again. However I knew once I arrived at the coughing stage, I was truly getting better. Doctors once told my mother I had an advanced threshold for pain; I want to ask them "are you sure? I don't think so."
I simply don't do sick well. My hair gets tangled. I wear old T-shirts and holey pajama pants. I don't want to watch the news-I don't want to hear about Syria. The skin above my lip becomes chapped. I ponder many things: I need a pedicure. Why can't the media stop talking about Miley Cyrus. And Robin Thicke! His mom is Gloria Loring, who played Liz on Days of Our Lives. What would Liz say, Robin? How did it get to be the end of summer already? And whatever happened to the MDA telethons? Okay, it's not the same without Jerry Lewis coming on and rewriting some cheesy song for his "kids" but when you saw Jerry Lewis singing that rewritten cheesy song, you knew summer was over. It was time to go back to school, back to reality. You had your schedule all ready to go. Mine would be wrinkled up because I kept looking at it, wondering if it was going to change. Sometimes my schedule would get jumbled up; I was in Resource Math so they'd go back several times to make it jive with other classes. There were times I looked at my schedule and wondered if I should bother learning it, because it might change.
The odd thing about being sick is it does slow me down, which of course is not a bad thing. When I was six I had Scarlet Fever. My grandmother was frightened by it; her mother died of the flu epidemic of 1919. For year people thought Mary Ingalls became blind because of Scarlet Fever. Beth March had it and died. Poor Beth!
Grandma made a bed for me on the couch. "I'm missing school," I told her. "I was supposed to lead the class in the Pledge this week," I whispered.
"There will be other times you can do the Pledge," she whispered to me. "Just concentrate on getting better."
On the couch I got to watch soaps with her as she smoked her Kool cigarettes. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the world without me. I still wonder, even though thanks to the Internet I have the world at my fingertips.
However, I was feeling good enough to do a self interview at smashwords...
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