This is week 40 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works.
Boy, I had a hard time with this week's words... and only myself to blame for them... what was I thinking! Anyway, I had an awful time this week and my whole day seemed to be running late so I didn't polish these, they just are what they are. Sigh. Looking forward to seeing what the rest of you came up with.
By the way, I have no idea why the type face changed size. The small ones are the way I'd like it to be. Another blogger mystery.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were: pipe organ, ravages of time, lottery tickets, angelic music, five x five, boxes of books, flattery will get you nowhere, yodelling, pig tails, knitting needles (or for those who didn't see the update: moisturizing, pickles, seat belt, flip-flop, Chicago, allergies, doctor, ready or not here I come, computer programmer, dog biscuits)
Mini challenge: canary yellow, grizzly bear, out of the frying pan into the fire, simpleton, Ministry of Crazy Walks (or for those who didn't see the update: gluttony, mercurial, tennis bracelet, anchor, molten)
Here's my ten-word offering for this week:
The ravages of time had taken much from Wanda Wingford. Reduced by age and infirmity to living in a 5x5 room filled with a bed, dresser, one chair and several boxes of books, she maintained a vitality of spirit undimmed by her circumstances. Some mornings the nurses would find her with knitting needles in hand creating magnificent scarves and sweaters which she would eventually give to them. Sometimes they would find her, hair in pigtails, yodeling at the top of her lungs. But some mornings – the mornings the nurses most looked forward to – they would find her singing softly. Age may have weakened her vocal cords, but what came out of Wanda’s tiny, time-ravaged body on these mornings, was nothing short of angelic music. The world seemed a better place simply because of the sound of her voice. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” she would laugh if someone complemented her. But she would sing an extra song on those days so she was complemented often. Every year someone gave all the residents a lottery ticket just before Thanksgiving. This year, much to everyone’s delight and amazement Wanda had won. And not $100, either. She had one $20 million. All I want for myself she had declared, is a pipe organ. With the rest she redecorated the home, gave gifts to everyone, contributed to charity… and she sang and sang and sang.
And here's my mini challenge:
Marcus was such a simpleton that he thought the Ministry of Crazy Walks was a real place and prepared a canary yellow resume with video so he could apply for a job. As luck would have it, he did not survive to learn of his folly but went camping instead in wilderness country. Relieved at having escaped a close encounter with a pack of wolves, he leaped rather unfortunately out of the frying pan into the fire, ate a hearty meal and went to sleep, storing his remaining food stuff in the tent next to him, thereby attracting a very hungry mother grizzly bear and her three cubs. His life was not a total failure, however. His video eventually became a hit on youtube and he achieved some amount of posthumous fame.
And the mega challenge:
Harcourt Dingleschmidt loved his job at the Ministry of Crazy Walks despite the fact that his office was a cramped 5x5 hole in the wall. Although he was a something of a simpleton, his crazy walks were remarkably creative. Harcourt was in love with Tammy Twillwinger who worked down the hall from him in the Angelic Music Corps. Her specialty was yodeling, but she also played a mean pipe organ. She had the most beautiful golden hair which she wore in pig tails most days with canary yellow ribbons. He had first seen her sitting in the lunch room sorting through a box of books, most of which had seen the better days and showed the ravages of time in their decaying binding and pages. He had offered to help her sort them and they had found an instruction book for knitting. “You are the most beautiful woman on earth,” he has whispered to her at the end of their efforts. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” she had replied, untruthfully. It had gotten him a kiss and a date. From that day forward she could be seen at lunch each day knitting needles flying rapidly to form what became perhaps the ugliest sweater ever known to man. With the out of the frying pan into the fire loyalty of a man in love and despite the fact that it made him look like a lop-sided grizzly bear and drawing mockery from his co-workers, he wore it constantly. Perhaps fate loves a lover because two weeks later he won the highest commendation for an exceptionally crazy walk, bought a winning lottery ticket, and won Tammy’s hand in marriage as well. He spent the rest of his days wearing a series of the ugliest sweaters ever known to man and he was as blissfully happy as any man – simpleton or genius – could ever be.
This week's vanity wordzzle used the words: bookends, water, cardboard box, candles, carpet, mauve, silky, extrapolate, nonchalant, boisterous, absolve, cousin.
A few months after cousin Walter died and was, I thought, long buried, he turned up in my life again by way of a large, bruised and beaten cardboard box filled with a strange assortment of odds and ends that were, in their way, a perfect reflection of Walter himself. Quite frankly, I never approved of Walter. He was everything I had been taught not to be - boisterous and silly and wild half the time and then, oh so nonchalant just when he should have been passionate. But still, there was something inherently kind about Walter that made it impossible not to like him, and even worse, impossible not to absolve him of guilt no matter what his sin of the moment might have been. But back to the box. What a hodgepodge: first, there was a pair of amethyst bookends, really lovely stones. He might have been silly, but he did have a good eye, our Walter. Then there was a massive six-armed candelabra with 5 dozen green and 6 dozen pink candles, a small, exquisite Navaho carpet, a luscious silky mauve bathrobe which miraculously seemed to fit me even though Walter and I were of totally different builds. There were some books - one on mysticism, one on music theory, one about the Impressionists, and one about a new, naturalistic method for purifying water. The strangest items were five large posters, each bearing a single word as follows: EXTRAPOLATE, ANTICIPATE, REJOICE, IMAGINE, and BUBBLEGUM. That was Walter all over. There were a few other items too, but I'll share that later. Meanwhile, I think maybe there was magic in that box, because somehow I feel a bit lighter and more carefree since it arrived.
Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: posthumous, flagrant, seven days a week, cheese and crackers, pyramid, civil war, clarinet, microwave, absent without leave, blue jeans
Mini Challenge: sugar-coated, thermometer, tractor pull, evangelical, masquerade
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