First Blog!!

Hey, it’s Penelope! Recently, I have been finishing household tasks such as cooking and cleaning much earlier than I used to and have found lots of time to blog. I actually have been wanting to blog for the past few months, but haven’t been able to find the time.  For the past 20 years my husband Odysseus has been missing. It is very troubling because I am not sure if he is dead or alive. I cry most of the time. He is known throughout our hometown of Ithaca as a hero; famous for his cunning plan of hiding troops in a large wooden horse during the Trojan War. Whenever I go down to the market to pick up some fresh produce, people always ask me about Odysseus. I must hold back tears when I tell them that Ithaca’s hero has been gone for quite some time. Anyway…since then a host of suitors have inhabited my home. I mean, I really don’t blame them; I’m beautiful, my house is large and comfortable and my son, Telemachus is great company. But it wouldn’t hurt if they would lend me a hand around the house.  They gobble up all my food and I haven’t seen the house completely clean for years. It’s as if I’m living with a hundred swine. All they want is my hand in marriage, and they will not stop their quest until I marry one. But all I can ever think about is Odysseus, and I must remain faithful just in case he still walks the earth. To lift my spirits, Telemachus bought me this nice iPhone so that I can finally try blogging. I must admit it has helped keep me sane because I finally have someone to vent to. Also, beating my high score on Angry Birds is keeping me entertained. So thanks readers, for supplying an outlet. I really wish Odysseus were here though, so that the three of us could be a family again. Telemachus has missed a lot of his development since his dad left when he was so young. Plus, he’d clear my home of these suitors in one swoop. If only he could see the mess these ungrateful, manipulating ingrates have down to our palace. They walk all over Telemachus, always calling him a spineless baby. Because I am a woman, there is not much I can do to help the situation. So I remain passive and friendly, even though they truly do not deserve my hospitality. I find tranquility in weaving a web with lovely yarns Odysseus’ mother gave to me when we got married. The yarn is made of the finest wools and the bright bold colors come from wild berries and flowers.

Tonight I didn’t cook, but let the men eat the lamb I cooked last night. I wasn’t hungry. Instead I found refuge in my bedroom from the reckless singing and dancing from the suitors downstairs. After this blog, I may do a little weaving and check out early. Good night!