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Magnificentile




[Centile: one of 99 actual or notional values of a variable dividing its distribution into 100 groups with equal frequencies; the 90th centile is the value of a variable such that 90% of the relevant population is below that value.]

Magnificentile: a scale on which you measure the magnificence of your life.
On which you choose what the centiles represent.
Today I choose bluebells, eating outdoors, the noise of bees.
Measuring a full quotient, as is usual.
Dog agrees. She is no mathematician, merely a genius.




Comments

Dixie@dcrelief said…
May I come spend a day with you and Dog?
15 April 2015 at 13:54
Jo said…
Even lawnmowers have become a sound of summer these days. I actually saw some tulip leaves the other day so I guess spring is beginning at long last. Not seen bluebells in many years.
16 April 2015 at 00:15
Lisa Southard said…
Of course you may :-)
18 April 2015 at 08:39
Lisa Southard said…
I saw tulips too- not open yet- they always seem more summery to me but bluebells mean spring is in full swing :-)
18 April 2015 at 08:40
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