@CalamityJane,
They deserve it don't they. I don't really try hard enough. I know. I often use a word which I know I could find a better one instead of but can't be bothered looking around for it or don't wish to because looking around for it would interrupt the flow of my thoughts which might lead me to arrive at an opposite conclusion to the one I had originally set out to do.
I might want the name of a Goddess to exemplify some feminine trait I happen to be giving my undivided attention to. Looking through the Thesaurus gives a few names but they are too crude as everybody knows the main characteristic they are associated with and they have become stereotypes. If I'm nuancing, as one has to do with real life women, one needs then go and check the likely candidates out in Lempriere's Classical Dictionary which might be anywhere in the pile of junk I'm surrounded with.
A search for it means I'm trying a bit. It depends how long it lasts. It has been found under a recliner as a result of a dusting operation. But with "some ancient old bat" being a stand-in it's tempting to get on with saying what I was trying to say before I interrupted myself.
One wouldn't wish to use the name of a renowned feltility Goddess to exemplify someone who put weedkiller on the dandelions which are wonderful flowers because you can place them near a lady's skin and make it glow like soft gold. And they are tough little cookies too. They don't need any pampering. And when they are ready to hand over their sugarstealers to the vagaries of the wind they form a stunning array of something or other which I feel a bit foolish giving a name to but when a young lady gives one a good blow and giggles you know you have come to the right place.
And it can happen that even getting as far as consulting Lempriere one might be distracted by another entry and become embroiled in a more interesting subject, like the Tantalus entry, or something on TV catches the eye. By this time the thread has gone all to pot and the post I had in mind is lost on the breeze like the dandelion seeds.
Spengler's the worst. I can go to look something up in that, which is never lost, and finish up reading the damn thing for the rest of the day.
So I do tend to be a bit slipshod and thus deserve being thumbed down. But only after the effort has been experienced. Thumbing down without trying to appreciate the thing is bloody bigotry caused by a lack of artistic taste which the thumbing down hides from view.