New Word?

I was going to post about a new word that I would like to see added to the English language, but it appears that the word already exists, but doesn't mean what I would have it mean.

The word I would like to have coined is "withe." Before I say what I would have it mean, let me give you the correct definition.

withe (wth, wth, wth)
n.

A tough supple twig, especially of willow, used for binding things together; a withy.

Now, this has absolutely nothing to do with what I would have the word mean, but that's neither here nor there. After all, plenty of words have multiple meanings.

Anyway, now let me tell you about my new word. Get ready for disappointment, since it's not really worth much of a mention, but, then again, isn't that what blogs are for...to mention the stuff that might not be worth mentioning elsewhere. Anyway, I'm getting a little sidetracked...where was I?

Ah, yes, withe...I would propose that this be a contraction of "with the." Every time I hand write something, which, granted, isn't all that often, and this word combination comes up, I find myself writing "withe" without even thinking of it. I would suggest that we create this word, if for no other reason than to make my life a little easier...

How does one go about coining a new word?

What to do when the world changes?

The title of this post might seem a little overly dramatic, but it's something that I've been wondering about for a while, and it stems from a small change not a large one.

Here's the back story. I spent a summer in Newport, Rhode Island about 10 years ago. I was housesitting for a friend, and had taken a job at the front desk of a local hotel to make some extra money. Anyone who has ever been there can tell you that Newport is quite a place, and having a house downtown as a 22 year old man...well, let's just say that I was popular. Anyway, this is all prelude to telling you a story about a woman who I worked with named Maureen. She was a little older than me, but not by much. She was incredibly sexy, and we had a very flirtatious relationship. This never went further than hanging out together, but the times that we hung out were fantastic. I have a wonderful memory of a sexually charged evening that never went beyond anything innocent. It was the kind of evening that would make for a wonderful memory...we laid together on a futon under an open moon-roof...we talked all night long under the stars...we fondled hands and were generally very innocent. Like I said, nothing else happened, which isn't a disappointment, even though it might seem like it would be for a 22 year old male. Overall, it was a very nice evening that makes for a very pleasant memory.

Now...fast forward 10 years or so. I'm now working in an office with about 15 other people. One of these other people is also named Maureen, however, she is very much obese. Not the kind of person that would lend itself to sexual thoughts...

My problem is, my evening with Maureen 10 years ago has always been most pleasant, and I've always thought of it when I hear the name Maureen...looking at the Maureen I work with, however, makes me feel very conflicted. I try to maintain the innocence of my evening memory, but that's hard when the illusion has been altered...

Not earth-shattering, I know, but it is just a subtle indication that the world changes...I'm trying to adapt, but it's not always easy...