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In Suspension.

Anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there.
-Oscar Wilde

We lived in suspension* last week.
Suddenly, there was time, where no time could be found before, to paint and put beads on string. We were suspended in fluid.  Suspended in a fluid called The Atlantic Ocean.


suspension [səˈspÉ›nʃən] n
1. an interruption or temporary revocation the suspension of a law  YES, definitely
2. a temporary debarment, as from position, privilege, etc.  Yep.
3. a deferment, esp of a decision, judgment, etc.   At times
4. (Law) Law
a.  a postponement of execution of a sentence or the deferring of a judgment, etc.
b.  a temporary extinguishment of a right or title    New rules definitely applied.
5. (Economics, Accounting & Finance / Banking & Finance) cessation of payment of business debts, esp as a result of insolvency      er....
6. the act of suspending or the state of being suspended   Check.
7. (Engineering / Automotive Engineering) a system of springs, shock absorbers, etc., that supports the body of a wheeled or tracked vehicle and insulates it and its occupants from shocks transmitted by the wheels    That was the whole point!
8. (Physics / General Physics) a device or structure, usually a wire or spring, that serves to suspend or support something, such as the pendulum of a clock                 ...by day 5.
9. (Chemistry) Chem a dispersion of fine solid or liquid particles in a fluid, the particles being supported by buoyancy See also colloid                         ...I forgot about floating.
10. (Earth Sciences / Physical Geography) the process by which eroded particles of rock are transported in a river      Transported where is the question.
11. (Music, other) Music one or more notes of a chord that are prolonged until a subsequent chord is sounded, usually to form a dissonance    The subsequent chord sounded yesterday.  Yep, it formed dissonance.
Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003




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