I love word puzzles. Crosswords. Word seek. Crostics. Pretty much any word puzzle there is. Well, most of them. There are a few I don't care for, but I still try them when I run across them in the puzzle books I purchase. I started doing them as a child with my dad. I was a reluctant reader (yeah, me). Dad was hugely into crosswords so he'd sit me beside him and get me to help him. We also did word games when we were waiting - usually he'd pick out a long word on a sign and tell me to pick out as many words as I could from that one word. And we played Scrabble. And I blossomed into a lover of words.
In talking with friends over the last couple of weeks, I find there are people out there who don't share my love of crosswords. Gee. Go figure. But that's okay. Everybody has their own form of enjoyment. I dragged my husband into crosswords. He used to hate them, but now has his own crossword puzzle books. And has discovered something I found out a long time ago. As he's done more of them, he's become more adept and increased his vocabulary and spelling ability.
I take them with me when I'm going somewhere where I know I'll be waiting a while and need something to relax with (like a doctor's waiting room), as I did Tuesday. I did seven crossword puzzles while I was waiting. Okay, so they were easy ones, but still... seven?!
Another thing I do is use pen. Always. Even with the hard ones where I know I'll probably make a mistake. Doing a puzzle with a pencil is just so wrong for me. It has to be a pen. Another legacy from my dad.
Think I'll go find a good challenger puzzle and relax a little.
Today's thought: "The greatest stories touch on the sacred, that moment when the head and heart and soul combine." - Jane Yolen from "Take Joy"
Challenge: write a poem or scene that involves tea and a special teapot.