Well, let me tell ya, this here GP Crossword thing, it’s somethin’ else. Folks are always scribblin’ and scratchin’ their heads, tryin’ to fill in them little squares. I tell ya, it ain’t easy, but it sure does keep the brain busy, like churnin’ butter all day long.
Now, I ain’t no scholar, mind you, but even I can figure out some of them easy ones. You know, like “cat” or “dog.” But then they throw in these fancy words, and I’m just sittin’ there like a bump on a log. Makes me feel like a hen tryin’ to hatch a rock.
I heard tell that there’s all sorts of these crosswords. Some are big, some are small, some are in the newspapers, and some are in them fancy magazines. And they got them on them computer things too, which is just plain confusin’ if you ask me. Like tryin’ to catch a greased pig with your bare hands.
Seems like every day there’s a new one. Folks say they got archives, like a whole barn full of old crosswords. Why anyone would keep them old things is beyond me, but I guess some folks like lookin’ at what they did before. Like me lookin’ at my old quilt patterns, I guess.
- Some folks say doin’ these crosswords helps keep their minds sharp. Like sharpenin’ a knife, I reckon.
- And some folks just do it for fun. Like playin’ horseshoes, only with words.
- Then there’s the ones who get real competitive about it. Like they’re tryin’ to win a blue ribbon at the county fair. They’re always lookin’ for hints and answers. Lord knows why.
I heard some fellers talkin’ about “clues” and “answers.” Said you gotta figure out the clues to get the answers. Sounds like lookin’ for a needle in a haystack to me. They even got these things called “solvers” that help you find the answers. Well, I say that’s cheatin’! Like usin’ store-bought eggs instead of your own hen’s. Where’s the fun in that?
But I guess it ain’t all that bad. It does get folks thinkin’, and that’s a good thing, I reckon. Better than just sittin’ around watchin’ the grass grow. And it gives them somethin’ to talk about besides the weather and whose cow got loose this time.
Now, I saw this young’un the other day, fiddlin’ with a crossword on his phone. He was lookin’ all serious, like he was tryin’ to solve the world’s problems. I just shook my head and chuckled. Kids these days, always starin’ at them screens. Don’t know nothin’ about real work.
And speakin’ of work, I gotta get back to mine. Got a whole heap of chores to do before the sun goes down. But maybe, just maybe, I’ll take a peek at that crossword in the newspaper later. Who knows, maybe I’ll even fill in a square or two. But don’t expect me to get all them fancy words. I’m just a simple gal, tryin’ to make sense of this crazy world, one little square at a time. And if I can’t figure it out, well, I ain’t gonna lose no sleep over it. There’s more important things in life than fillin’ in little boxes, you know. Like makin’ sure the chickens are fed and the garden is watered.
So, if you see me squintin’ at a crossword, don’t you go thinkin’ I’ve gone all highfalutin’. It’s just a little somethin’ to pass the time. Like whittlin’ wood, only with words. And who knows, maybe I’ll even get good at it someday. But don’t hold your breath. I’m more likely to win the lottery than to become a crossword whiz. But hey, a gal can dream, can’t she? Now, off I go. Got work to do.
This here GP crossword stuff, it’s popular, I hear. Folks are always searchin’ for answers, like they’re lookin’ for gold in the creek bed. They say there’s many answers for each clue, like pickin’ berries from a bush – you got lots of choices.
Some folks like them daily puzzles, keeps ’em busy like bees in a hive. They say there’s different game modes too, like different ways to skin a cat, I reckon. And they got hints, which is like havin’ someone whisper the answer in your ear. But again, I say that’s just cheatin!
I seen them puzzles in the newspaper, the ones they call the LA Times, like it’s somethin’ special. And folks say you can find answers online. Online! That’s just a bunch of hooey if you ask me. Like lookin’ for a dropped stitch in a pile of yarn.
But I guess it’s a harmless pastime. Keeps folks out of trouble, mostly. And it’s better than them loud video games them young’uns play, makin’ all that racket like a flock of geese takin’ off.
So, if you like them word games, you go right ahead and do your crossword. Me, I’ll stick to my knittin’ and my gardenin’. That’s puzzle enough for me. But I ain’t judgin’. To each their own, I always say. Like some folks like apple pie, and some like peach cobbler. It’s all the same, just different flavors.
