Much, about Wordle, reminds me of life.
There are the night owls. They Pavlov/Wordle at the stroke of midnight. Most, ain't seen the sunrise since their 20's, and that was only because "oh baby, oh baby.....I do" was said somewhere along the way (right Meatloaf?).. followed closely by "Everyone is having babies.....let's,"... and then, off to work at ungodly-o-thirty "THE SUN! I CAN'T SEE THE DAMN ROAD, but, I must get the baby to daycare now for a jumpstart on rush hour.. and I must do all this to pay for the shag carpet we're getting this weekend.. not to mention our car payment (Ford Escort) is due.. and speakin'o'that, we have GOT to get a bigger car.... two lava lamps and a sweet ole bean bag chair from Dolgins, pulled into Schoellers to get groceries.....NO ROOM! Fast forward to today, "THAT...all that, is why I never get up at ungodly-o-thirty any longer."
Editor's note, I hate 'em, btw... I can't make it past the 4th inning of the Royal's game, and I ain't seen Letterman in years..and besides all that, they NEVER get a 5, 6 or X on Wordle. JK, kinda sorta...
A few, somewhere between 1:30 and 3am, get 'Kramer eyeballs', wakeup, Wordle, then I ain't sure what they do.
Then there's the group I belong to (those of us that ain't seen Letterman in 20 years....HUH? He retired? Wow). Anyways, we toss, turn, go pee, try sleeping on our back instead..no, that don't work...toss, turn s'more..give in, get up and run (if you can call it that) to pee (so we don't wet our undies.) Make coffee, hear the morning paper hit the sidewalk, turn on National news (it's too early for local), flip on the laptop/Facebook, "would you look at that? Same weird insomniacs every morning.. oh wait, that would be me too then, eh? Nevermind."
It's then, the game of life, and Wordle begin.
ALL GRAY. It's like you stepped in a recent, very recent, fur-ball. That big bite of the sausage, egg and cheese sandwich you just swallowed, I think you shoulda thrown that sausage out. All that, and when you checked your bank account earlier, you goofed and you have $163 less than what you thought.
(Vowels. Vowels are family, relatives. Regardless of how you get along, or not, they're there and they ain't goin' nowhere. Tweren't for them, we wouldn't be here, ie, mandatory.)
That said, one yellow letter, first try, is ucky . About as exciting as "One beefy cheesy burrito, no sour cream", pay, pull off, unwrap, bite...sour cream. Or, for those that have ever dated online, meeting, walking in, seeing right away "nope....now what?"
First try, three letters, maybe even one in the right place, YEAH BABY, it's gonna be a good day!
Consonants. R, S, T, N, L. Ain't them the ones Vanna automatically turns over? They're the frequents that ain't blood in your life. You know, your BFF, next door neighbor, favorite classmates, coworkers, friends from your 'Cheers' (or bingo, bunko, the gym, church.) Mainstays.
Some consonants, like Q, Z, X maybe. It's that Aunt or Uncle you see once every few years at the family reunion at the City Park. Then the rest, W, Y, P, D, F, etc, these are the everyday, common folks in our lives. They tailgate, or pass you, come the opposite way down the aisle in the Piggly Wiggly. They hold the door for you, or not, at QuikTrip. Recipe ingredients. Parts, necessary Wordle parts.
X= damn. Nap maybe. Probably gonna rain. I never noticed that mole before. 'RING', caller ID, "I wonder whatinthehell he/she wants?".... Five, count 'em, five three putts.
4 or 5 = meh, Buehler...Buehler... Unless by chance it enables you to beat your most ardent competitor, then it's "Ding dong the witch is dead, which ole' witch, the wicked witch."
3 = that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it! Peacock proud!
2 = Let's: go to the casino.... chase each other 'round the room tonight... go to Jess & Jims for a big ole' juicy, yummy, steak... buy a new(er) car.... call in sick.
1 = CHEATER, LIAR.
I love life, Wordle. Some days are diamond, some days are mold. Life/Wordle is: traffic jams, smooth sailing, I feel pretty...oh so pretty.. I feel sh*tty, oh so sh*tty....WHAT? But I had a streak of 137 in a row! I know, I'll grab my phone, redo it on there. WHAT? It won't let me..I can't do that?
I get tired of letters man. Oh, NO, NO, NO, don't get me wrong I LOVE waking up daily, and know I'm blessed, be it a 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. X kinda day.
I do miss Letterman though.
Love, Victurd
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