Sometimes I wonder just how precise we have to be in our wording (like spiritual laywerese) or whether the intent is enough?
I've started making a conscious effort to say something like 'best of good luck' to someone instead of just throwing out the word 'luck' as the intention to say 'good luck' because there also exists 'bad luck'. We need to be more specific in some of our phrasing, I think.
But thinking about specificity also gives me a brain ache. :P
Reading the posts I put up on Edwardian grammar, back at #06,07,08,#11,#12,#15,#16,#19,#23,#26,#30,#37,#38,#40,#44,#48,#52,#56,#60,#64,#68,#72,#76,#80,#84,#85,#87, :-) #0099
#0112,#0115,#0119,
#0124, #0156. - ouch!
Hints on Etiquette,Conduct and Manners, - #0179,#0183,
#0187,#0191,#0195,#0198,#0201,
--I reread these every so often, and always try to not be in haste. Hurry up is a must in today's rush, but it probably was for all generations watching youth, so I do try to write in the manner I was raised and to apply politeness to everyone, no matter my rush, or their impertinence, etc. In Australia, we often abbreviate, but still contain the beginning or end sound, as in G'day, or 'str'ine (Australian), "flat-out -(like a lizard drinking [in the hot sun])", but always when trying to get an idea said and understood correctly, I revert to the language of WW1. Probably not a brilliant example, but as its Anzac Day tomorrow and you might know some expat Aussies out your way, have a gander at #0569, wherein a Brigadier was writing from the front to his small son. Obviously the child is probably not reading it himself and much cannot be said of war, but the gist is very well put across in very well written form.
Keep on keeping on. 😇