Woke up this morning with this word in my head:
agGLOMmerator
... as in, "one who agglomerates".
But it can't be a real word, my sleepy head mused, I must have meant agGLOMeratrix, as in "she who agglomerates".*
As it turns out...
... an agglomerator is in fact a device.
And glom is a word all on its own.
The etymologies of glom and agglomerate together... pretty interesting.
Somewhere in an alternate universe, perhaps in the other half of this hourglass, there must be the opposites of the Fates; they are unravelling tapestries, and there is one of them, the converse of Clotho, who is winding up all those bits of string into little balls.*
And she would be the Agglomeratrix.
Truth is, though, Agglomeratrix is probably my Id summing up my day yesterday, which was spent baking bread & tidying. So it must mean something like, "she who makes balls of dough & stares at snatches of stuff".
Less poetic, but accurate.
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* Supposedly a true story: There was this guy whose grandmother had grown up during the Depression, and she was a notoriously thrifty pack rat; when she passed away, he had to clean out the house. He thought he'd seen it all until he came across a shoebox labelled, and full of, "Bits of String Not Worth Keeping".