I've mentioned it more than once.
I'm about to mention it again. Well, a variation of it, at any rate.
For the past forty-eight hours, ever since I started writing my last post, I've been thinking - okay, I've been perseverating. It's gone something like this:
It's making me crazy.
Grey - or gray - was a key word in my last post. I had to choose one spelling and stick with it. I started with "grey". Then I made reference to Carol Gray, so I went back and changed all the "grey" to "gray" - you know, so I'd look more clever.
But the "gray" bugged me. It bugged me so much I had to go through and change it all back to "grey".
Then I started to panic, so I did what I always do when I'm starting to panic: I turned to Google. I was surprised and, frankly, relieved to find that I was not alone in my grey/gray conundrum, especially when I found this post by Bernie Zimmerman from May, 2004... and its 146 comments.
Zimmerman explains that both spellings of the word are acceptable, but he sums up the difference this way: "Gray is a color. Grey is a colour."
Fascinating. Why, then, is it grey that speaks to me? I mean, really: despite my fascinations with Paul McCartney, Colin Firth, and Sarah Ferguson, I will never actually be British. Though I live in a cold climate and support socialized medicine, I will never actually be Canadian. I'm an American. I wait in lines, not on them. I go on vacation, not on holiday. If I wrote the word "colour," it would feel like an affectation.
But I am all about the grey.
Maybe my brain is making a subconscious connection to another recent obsession: Grey's Anatomy. I think it's more likely, though, that I'm being driven by a connotative meaning of the word that Wikipedia describes this way:
"Some American writers tend to assign wistful, positive connotations to grey, as in 'a grey fog hung over the skyline', whereas gray often carries connotations of drabness, 'a gray, gloomy day'."
That's it, I think. In a post that celebrates grey - that celebrates Bud and his unique grey matter - I was driven to steer clear of connotations of the drab and the gloomy.
So grey. I'm sticking with grey.
By which I mean no disrespect to Carol Gray.
Or Macy Gray.
Or Gray Davis.
Oh, no. Here we go again...