I don’t remember where I first came across our lovely word, contiguous. I have a suspicion that I might have been reading the dictionary. What? Didn’t you ever read a dictionary? For fun? Me, strange? I don’t know about that… just because I read a dictionary? Sorry where was I? Yes, reading the dictionary. It just happened to be at the time when my Dear Husband and I were “courting”. Another old fashioned word.
According to the dictionary, contiguous means things like “near”, “touching”, “close proximity”. I fell in love with the word, even named a teddy bear my DH bought me “Con” for contiguous for hand holding and all those lovely new sensations.
The next time I came across my favourite word was in a completely different context. I was working for a veterinary pathology laboratory, typing along merrily when all of a sudden I was typing my favourite word, describing a tumour and it’s site.
So, what would you prefer to use? Near, tangential, adjacent, abutting, adjoining, juxtaposed, neighbouring or contiguous? It sounds so much better, don’t you agree?
Leesa Hawes said:
As you know Zoe I cant spell (as you know) and have used that as an excuse to read superficially and not explore the power/beauty of words . Your blogpost has inspired me to search for a word that resonates with me. I found Vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured. Keep posting Leesa