No worries, the title does not mean what you think it means.
This here lil ole blog is not done.
What it actually means is I am finished with the word d o n e
It's not something I consciously realized, at first.
But after a while, I started to notice that I really do NOT like the word done and I've been replacing it whenever possible.
Without sounding pretentious.
I think my 6th grade teacher had a little something to do with it. Sure, I can't remember what I did yesterday, but I can specifically remember something he said in English class one day.
Ah, Mr. Ronsevall. Terrifying in every way. Tall, scarily red-faced, short tempered and from Little Rock Arkansas.
One day, Mr. R said "Billy? Have you finished?"
Billy said "Yes, I'm done."
Mr. R became even more red-faced and yelled: "DONE?!? Turkeys are DONE, son, PEOPLE ARE FINISHED!"
And I remembered it.
And I lived by it, and I taught it to others. I have friends who to this day repeat that back to me.
Now, all of these years later, I'm eradicating that word
Also, ended. Completed, even.
Now, to train myself not to cringe when other people use the word.