We (Walt and Ed., and Poor Len who's been visiting for a few days) were looking out the window at the glories of nature on display at Parallel 43N, discussing the possibility of going to the corner store to pick up a case of Ma Niffkins Jellied Gin.
Unlike the late unlamented Pierre Elliott Trudeau, we were not pleased at the prospect of a walk in the snow. "But," said Len, "we ought to be glad that we can get out of the house, that we are not invalids." He pronounced it "inVAlids"."That must be the Canuck pronunciation," said Ed. "The word is 'INvalid', a person who is weak or unable to take care of themselves on account of illness, injury, or a health condition. As in 'She spent the rest of her life as an invalid.'""Noooooo," replied Poor Len. "I meant that we should be glad that those who control our governments, AI and the Internet have not 'cancelled' us, declared us non-persons, beings without foundation or force in fact, truth, or law... in other words 'inVAlid'."
That's a scary thought, isn't it. But certainly not beyond the realm of possibility, given the sorry state of the world in 2026. We put it out of our alleged minds and started thinking about the peculiarities of the English language.





