Another Wordy Post

Sorry, I can't help myself. If you're not a word person, please skip this post.

How many things you can do with a word:

You can hit the target, or you can hit bottom.
You can pull a wagon, or you can pull strings.
You can cut hair or corners.
You can spread butter or rumors.
You can skip stones or class.
You can bury a bone or a grudge.
You can set a table, a clock, or a record.
You can mark time or the correct answer.
You can borrow time, money, or trouble.
You can mix paint or metaphors.
You can grow corn or tired.
You can hold up a sign or traffic.
You can gain the advantage or weight.
You can direct your attention or an orchestra.
You can stop a leak or you can stop snoring.
And of course,
You can hit the road, but don't strike the pavement.
Do you serve your guests, or do you serve the food?
We walk on a walkway, so why do we park on a driveway and drive on a parkway?
I'll quit now.
No I won't.
If you play the drums you're a drummer. A drummer drums.
If you play the trumpet you're a trumpeter. A trumpeter trumpets.
If you play the harp you're a harpist. A harpist... harps?
If you play the piano you're a pianist and you... play the piano!
If you play the violin you're a violinist and you--well, er, fiddle?
I won't get into guitars and banjos.
If you play the flute you're a flutist. A flutist flutes--no that's what a baker does to a pie crust.
If you can only play the radio you're a radiator? radiologist? And that means you...radiate?
I really do need to stop. Some days all I do is think about words. And if I ever get to a breathing space in Hebrew I will work on Russian and Romanian. But no, I'd better stay focused. There aren't enough lifetimes to do all I want to do. And it isn't how much you do, but whether you are doing what you are supposed to do, regardless of whether or not you feel suited to it, get any applause, or leave your "footprints on the sands of time."

Rough quote from somebody: "At any given moment there is only one best thing to be doing."