Scarlet has picked me for a meme. Gee, I had hoped that she would! Have you visited Scarlet at More Than A Feeling? If you haven't, trot your happy little buns over there. She's one neat Cuban Woman.
Here's the rules. I'm alla bout rules.
(If you would like to play, leave a comment on this post SAYING THAT YOU WANT TO PLAY and I will assign you a letter. Then post ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter on your blog. Explain the rules with your ten things and when others comment requesting a letter, assign one to them; thus, the chain continues.)
My letter is "W".
1.WORDS. Love 'em. Always have. I love the sound of them. I love finding out new ones and what they mean. They hide, you know. Some of the most beautiful ones slip shyly between the covers of books and wait there for someone to notice them. I like to discover them there, grinning up at me.
2.WRITING. Duh. It's a poetry blog. LOL. I have loved to write since I was a little bitty kid. I used to bug my father to let me use his old Royal typewriter. Then I would bang out little stories in which he was always the hero. I say bang out because I learned at Daddy's knee. He used to do some damage to those keys, for fear of a half-struck letter. He was a newspaperman. Clack clack clackety clack ding! Hi Daddy. I hope they've got a good daily up in Heaven!
3.WIT. Make me laugh and I'll follow you anywhere. There is also a play and movie called "Wit." It's about a college professor who is an expert on John Donne. She becomes terminally ill with cancer and comes to regret her isolated life. Near the end, her mentor offers to read Donne to her. She opts for Margaret Wise Brown's "The Runaway Bunny" instead. It is the greatest book ever written. If you haven't read it, borrow it from any three-year-old. Trust me on this.
4.WOOLLY SOCKS. It's February. I live in Michigan. I carry the mail. Nuff said?
5.WOODS. I find peace there, always. My father (Hi again Daddy!) loved to walk in the woods and would take me with him. It's a sweet and holy place. Crunch step crunch shuffle crunch sigh. yeah.
6.WISTFULNESS Well, you've read my poetry, right? RIGHT? Oh for Goddess sake. (head in hands). Well, here's the Cliff's Notes...it seems to me there is always something quite wonderful and lovely just around the next corner, or the last. It involves kisses, roses, a parting...and perhaps, standing on a stone bridge, watching the water float lazily by, underneath.
7.WINDOWS. No, Eggbert, not the operating system for computers. I mean glass ones, letting the light in, or out as the case may be. Windows with window seats just perfect for cats to nap or girls to read. Yellow windows, seen from outside, at evening. Tall windows, little windows, windows with glass so old that it has little ripples all through it. Frosted glass, and bevelled glass. Melissa Etheridge singing, Come to my window, I'll be home soon. Windows.
8.WOOF WOOFS. I love dogs. They love me. We are on the same level. Bosco and Molly are the head dogs around my house. They make sure no animals jump out of the television and attack their Mom. Molly especially dislikes televised llamas. Beats me, you'd have to ask her.
9.WOOFERS. When my Daddy died, (Hi again Daddy! Gee, I love ya!) he left me a small amount of money, and I bought a nice stereo with it. I like it. It has a super woofer you can turn on. I can sing Come tooo my windowwwwww, I'll be home soooooooon, as I do the dishes and shake my happy little ass. My father would have hated it. He would have said, turn that thing down! Ha!
10.HOME.(Note: it has been pointed out that this is not a "W" word. I blame this on agitators. LOL, I can be SUCH a birdbrain sometimes! Oh well, details baby! Onward...) I love my little house, it is my safe haven and my refuge. The dogs live here with me and they allow me on the couch and everything! My friend Kelly Dickson says that my father floats around, keeping an eye on me. When I leave for work each morning I say, "Bye, Daddy!" He was a neat guy. I hope they have Royal typewriters in Heaven. And books, lots of books. He'd love that. But not too much music. Boom boom boom, it's that beat, it gives me a headache, he'd say. Oh Daddy. Not a disco king, are ya? But I love you, I do. Even when you're a grumpy old bear. Clack, clack, ding! Oh look! Your wings!