Coded Love Letter

A dear friend sent me a copy of a "Curious Love Letter" - it was filled with things far beyond love. (If you're curious about it, Google Copy of A Curious Love Letter)

After reading the explanation - The girl's father would read dislike - good, and the girl would read love - good.

The code, which only the girl, and writer knew, was every other line was to be read by the girl. This made all the sense in the world.

I figured I try it! This was one hard writing exercise. Here is my attempt at a curious love letter - I have followed the same rule, read the first, third, fifth, etc. lines for the true meaning of the note. My attempt is fair, and I am going to keep at it, hoping to get a really good coded love letter.

Sir,

Your intentions toward me are exceedingly

loathsome. They are not in the least

acceptable . I cannot wait until the day you

no longer turn your head in my direction.

Take my word for it - I will never love you

as you wish.  I could not love you

any less. My heart only  grows with love

for another. Release me from your mind,

your future plans should include someone

else, someone who could truly love you.

A priest for confession, quickly, as I cannot wait

for your dishonorable actions to wane.

To marry the one I love. This is uppermost in my heart.

Please, I beg of you, leave me alone. I dislike

your heart, your eyes, your hair. They are a dream,

a nightmare in the making. Remove them from

my eyes, eyes that long for a glance of my one true love.

I am on my knees, pleading with you to desist.

My love grows daily, hourly, by leaps and bounds.

Nothing will stop my feelings of hatred of you.

My feelings of adoration for my lover will never abate.

Signed: The Lady

Ladybugs, Again

The ladybug numbers have grown! I've counted as many as 18 beauties, all crawling around the bathroom. They huddle in a corner when the days and nights are a little cooler, but when the side of the house warms up, they swarm!

I love watching them, and have been finding them in the bedroom and kitchen. My question is what do they eat? There is plenty of water around the inside of the house, but what are they doing for food? Do they have an exterior exit so they can eat?

I'd love to have more of them, so if I place a mail order, will the new ladybugs fight with the ones that are already here? Are they territorial? Will they all come to live in the house?

Many years ago, we were moving into a house in Northern California, standing in the front yard, checking out our new surroundings. All of a sudden a huge cloud of lady bugs swept past us from the back yard area, around the side of the house, enveloping the family, then flying off to who knows where. We never did see a swarm like that again, but I am happy with our little family of ladies, living in our bathroom.

These little ladies (gents too) are so fun to watch. They crawl all over the walls, up and down the shower curtain, and when the sun hits the window, they race! I love watching them.

It is interesting to note how they die. The first time I tried to help one, my efforts were rebuffed. She was on her back, so I turned her over thinking I was helping. She immediately flipped herself onto her back, so I let her be. The next time I looked in on her, she was gone. Some bugs, push their wings out from underneath their shells, sometimes one wing, sometimes both. No discernible  reason.

We now have to turn the light on in the bathroom when we have a midnight call. No stepping on these creatures at night, or sitting on one if it happens to be on the seat! There numbers are shrinking, I'm sure by the end of March they will be gone. Only to turn up again next spring.

Or, Nov. or Dec. depending on the weather.

Prolific Spring

Today I have 12 ladybugs crawling around our window. Inside. These are the same ladies that have been around all winter, only more! All winter we've had at least one, sometimes three little red and black gems visiting daily, causing me to say we were going to have a mild winter. Which we have so far. We had a couple of snow days, and icy road days, but nothing like all the old timers, and weathermen were predicting.

So now, I'm thinking since there are so many gals hanging out, that we'll have one wonderful spring. Lots of color, lots of blossoms. That also means lots of pollen, but what the heck, what's a little sneezing compared to all the color?

Compass Wind

Compass Wind - the wind that comes at you from all directions. This phenomenon blew snow in my face, down my back, up each sleeve, and around me, covering my well insulated body with a coating of light flaky snow.

Snow drifts feet high, angle and curve, creating an op-art design in the driveway. Trees, some heavily covered in snow, while others barely dusted stand next to each other, creating snowy havens for birds searching for seeds. They try flying, but are blown to locations not on their agenda. Our pea fowl are smart, they are up in a neighbors barn, staying out of the wind and tornadoing snow.

The cats plod through the belly deep snow, then jump into a tire track. One stops, peering out into the trees. I can see the thoughts - Do I go out there and maybe catch a bird, or a mouse? Or do I go to house, meow pathetically to be let in, and go nap on a warm blanket? Warm blanket wins out.

I love it! Even though the temperature with wind chill is -7 degrees, I'm in heaven. I don't stay outside very long. Time just enough to feed all the birds, and clear walking paths and steps. Then I race to the door, stomping off snow as I go, trying to leave as much snow outdoors as I can. I don't want to clean up snow puddles.

Hot chocolate and warm cheesy biscuits wait for me, ready to be devoured. I love the snow, and all the good things it brings.

I Can't Find A Writing Prompt Today

I am stumped. At a loss for words -
     (My husband would be glad)

writing prompts . something
     nothing there
        click on this,
        click here -
     nothing, no prompts.
Just words about
writing prompts. "Here's
what I like to do...."

I DON'T CARE

Just give me a prompt.
What will I write about?
No inspiration,
no idea running around
my head. What do I
write about today?
     Do I really need to
be urged on my someones
words?

Is what I write really mine?
My idea?
     Maybe I'd better rethink
this prompt thing.

No Pressure, No Pressure at All

No pressure. I'm going away for a few days with a fellow writer. A friend to inspire, bounce ideas around, someone to tell me what I just spent an hour writing, stinks!

Hours and hours with no laundry to get in the way, no phone calls, no dusting, no meals to fix. Now what can I say is keeping me from writing? 

No excuses, I must write. 

Grab a piece of paper with scribbled ideas. Try to make sense of the original idea. Maybe I'll take it in that direction, maybe it will take me on a bumpy obtuse path that leads me somewhere else. Who knows? What starts out as a straight forward thing, in my mind, often becomes something very different, ending up not even close to my original thought.

Inspiration, just the right music to create by, just the right windowed view. The perfect company. Maybe I'll be able to come up with something original after all.

Tea Time

Tea, tea, wonderful tea,

the more you drink, the

more you pee.

Green, black, tips and

white, the first to the

fresh pot is always a

fight.

Tea can be soothing,

tea can be awakening,

never too much 

can be taken in.

Tea piping hot,

tea cold on ice

any way you drink

it is always nice.

Tea fanatic, coffee never

to cross these lips,

never adding sugar

to add to the hips.

My first blog of the year

filled with good cheer

drink up the tea,

and then post.