I love the word “lollygagging”. I don’t know where it came from, but let me Google it to satiate my curiosity.
For me, it means lazing about. Taking one’s own sweet time. Such a luxury when we can do that, right? Just going at our own pace without the pressure of having to get something done in a set amount of time.
Yep, I’m right. It’s akin to dawdling or dilly-dallying (two other words I adore). It’s an Americanism that first appeared around the 1860’s.
From dictionary.com: “To lollygag is to dilly-dally, dawdle, loaf around, or goof off. If you’re lollygagging, you’re wasting time by moving slowly or doing something less important than what you should be (or doing nothing at all).
Lollygag is primarily used in the United States. It is synonymous with the very similar spelled lallygag, but lollygag is more commonly used. Both are very informal.
Example: Coach yelled at Spencer for lollygagging at practice.“
I’m so damn good at doing lollygagging. It’s like a skill of mine. Only it’s not useful-though it could be argued that it’s useful on a personal level in that it calms me. It gives me a sense of peace. Especially if there’s no other human in my midst to disturb my dawdling, lollygagging joy.
My favorite and most natural space in which to lollygag is in the early-ish morning hours while I’m still in bed. I’ve never been one to jump out of bed, ready to rock when the alarm goes off. My body is completely relaxed. I’m by myself (Mr. NOA is a life-long early riser), so I can do a big ‘ol stretch and not push anyone to the floor in the process. Sometimes, my brain is still hanging on to the last images from the dream I just had. The opaque sheers are blowing slightly against the bedroom windows, prompted by the air coming through the floor vent underneath it, as if breathing. The room is quiet and semi-dark. I’m sleepy and beginning to vaguely ponder what the day may have in store for me. I yawn and glance towards the end of the bed, where my beautiful boy Radar is laying and yawning too.
It’s luxurious and blissful and quite possibly my favorite part of the day.
On another (musical) note, let me share with you a song I heard recently for the first time. It is certainly going on my summer playlist to enjoy when we’re out lollygagging on our pontoon.
I’ve become an expert lollygagger, too.
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Sweet! Summer is the best for lollygagging, isn’t it?
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Part of me feels guilty. I keep reminding myself I don’t have to believe everything I think. Thanks for reminding me it’s okay.
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Yes, I feel that too!
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Lollygagging is a great work, and I love that you describe it as luxurious. It really is a small luxury to be able to move leisurely, stop to smell the roses, and generally enjoy the journey without worrying about the destination.
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Yes, I just need to figure out how to better use my lollygagging skills when I’m not lounging in bed in the morning! LOL Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂
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Lollygagging…such a word! Love it…and I’d like to do more of it! 🥰😜🥰
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LOL! You should, my dear 🙂
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🥰❤️🥰
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Yes!
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I live for lollygagging!
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LOL! Thanks for commenting 🙂
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My mother was big on building time into her busy days to be lollygagging… and frittering. The two were said together!
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I love that! Frittering her time away LOL!
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