- I'm finally on time! Go me!
- Penelope cries everyday while Odysseus is away she tries to trick the suitors with the weaving contest. She unweaves it everynight for three years. She is patiently stalling the suitors and she feels uncomfirtable while they are there. She won't accept any of their hands in marriage and in her diary she might say " The suitors are unaware of my trick and can not force me into anything. For one day my beloved husband shall return and they shall meet their end."
And so it was that my son Telemachus allowed suitors to enter our home and rummage about in a way that caused me much mental stress. I would not show this, oh no, for doing such would be considered rude and unjust in the eyes of the gods. In my mind I believe my dearest husband to be still in this world, and hope that my son goes by this as well. I have devised a plan so clever that none would have thought of it with such witt. Those wretched suitors will see that I am weaving a cloth, which would take much time, maybe enough time for Ullysses to arrive home. A contest of sorts! If I am to finish the cloth before he arrives, I shall marry again. If not, I shall not marry. However, I know that it will take much more time for my dearest to arrive, so I am to pick out my progress each night in by torch light. No one is to see my progress, there fore it will work! This is truly what my husband would have wanted. Those suitors will never know and will keep lost hope up.
Dear diary, I am tired of these wicked suitors. They believe Odysseus is dead by the hand of the sea and continue to eat up his estate and try to win my hand in marriage. I have tricked them by saying that when i am done weaving an enormous piece of needlework, I will have had sufficient time to grieve for my deceased husband. However, i have undone my work by night so as to slow my progress. I wonder how long this will hold them off of asking marriage from me.
I have tried to keep these suitors at bay by tricking them. I told them that once I have finished weaving this needlework that I will be ready to marry again. So I weave at day but unravel it again at night. As I wait for my beloved Husband, he is out there some where fighting to come home.
Dear Diary ,
The Suitors believe that Odysseus is dead and now are trying to win my hand in marriage. I came up with a clever plan to trick those silly Suitors. I have convinced them that by the time I am done with my needle work I would have had time to grieve over my dead husband and time to marry again. Furthermore, I unweave my work every night trying to stall the Suitors . The reason for this is that I am sure that my husband is not dead. He is out there fighting hard and will be home soon . I am just waiting for the return of my wonderful husband.
Penelope cries everyday while Odysseus is away she tries to trick the suitors with the weaving contest. She weaves it every night for three years. She is patiently stalling the suitors and she feels uncomfortable while they are there. He is out there fighting hard and will be home soon . I am just waiting for the return of my wonderful husband.
I'm sick and tired of all the suitors who think that Odysseus is dead trying to win my hand in marriage! To hold them off, I've come up with a plan. I've told the suitors that by the time I finish my needlework, I will finish grieving over my husband & will choose one of them. But before I go to bed at night, I undo the needlework so that I will never finish. I have hope that my husband will return & I do not plan on remarrying.
For the love of Jove, how nervewrecking this ongoing predicament is between the suitors and I. They constantly hagger me for my hand in marraige. Cunningly, I composed a strategical plan to withhold their feverish attempts. I told them, "though my husband be surely dead, do not press me to marraige so soon; however, wait until i have completed a pall for the fallen warrior. For he is very rich, and will be shameful in the eyes of the women of the place if it is not completed." My plan was to weave by day, and to stealthly unpick the stitches by night by torch light so that I may never finish. This surely must be effective until my husband return to gain revenge upon these unruly savages. Hopefully, I find favor with the gods in my intentions.
I'm sure ready for my beloved husband to return. Everyday and night I have to be cautious of my surroundings because of those worthless suitors. They believe that my husband is dead but I know he can't be. He promised he would return. I lie to the suitors telling them I will pick one of them to marry but It will never happen because I believe my husband is still alive.
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