English is such a weird language. Not only is the grammar difficult but its spelling is impossible.  It has silent letters, both at the beginnings of words and at their ends.  It has double letters and fake “f’s” (o-u-g-h, p-h).  I can spell German words and Swedish words.   I can spell achromioclavicular, achrocyanosis, obliterative bronchiolitis and monoclonal gammopathy without breaking a sweat.  But, is it d-e-s-e-r-t, or is it d-e-s-s-e-r-t?  D-i-n-e-r, or d-i-n-n-e-r?  I often wonder. I try to avoid them.   I just write, “He rode a camel through the dry, hot sandy land, toward the oasis.   A piece of pie was a great way to finish my supper at the local cafe.”

 Why do we spell ladle and axle  “l-e” and easel “”e-l”?  They sound alike but do not look alike.  Why is that?

Double letters and e-l, l-e, e-r and r-e are bad enough, but words that are spelled differently, mean different things but sound alike make no sense to me at all. (Is it s-e-n-s-e, or c-e-n-t-s or maybe s-c-e-n-t-s?  It is so confusing.)

If we shaved a grizzly would he be a bare bear?  I can’t bear to see a bare bear.  How about you?  (Why is monkey spelled with an “e” and grizzly is not?)  Would a pompous hog not be a boring boar?  We could give foreign aid in lemonade, and a state department aide could distribute it.

 We must wait for the proper weight of fruit to be picked. To write right, we must be a wordwright. 

Our well digger will dig the whole hole even though he feels weak this week.  He and his friend rode his truck down the road to the mall where they bought a new maul.  There’re going there in their new truck.  Once out of the mall, they will meet a butcher so that he can mete out their meat. They would get some wood there too if he had any.

 Woe is me if my horses refuse to whoa.  Did you know that my team teems with great horses?  I read last night until my eyes became red but I will read again tonight.

And finally -- I propped the mortgage papers against my desk so that the lien might lean a little.