Things That Make You Go Hmmmmn.
I am wonderful. I don't mean I'm fabulous or fantastic. I mean I'm full of wonder. I wonder about stuff -- all the time. Around age two, children start asking why. I just never moved on. I'm still asking why, mostly to my husband, who -- if he's in a generous mood -- does his best to come up with answers for me. Other times he just tears at his hair and complains, "How the heck should I know?!"
I'm sure other people wonder about things too; they just don't say so. I mean how can you not wonder about stuff.
Such as?
All those emails people send that don't reach their intended destinations. Are they all floating around in cyberspace? And what would happen if someone found a way to gather them all up?
Why don't people feel themselves changing? During a lifetime our bodies undergo an amazing metamorphosis, yet the only time we notice is when we look at old photographs. You hear about 'growing pains' but we don't actually experience them. Why?
Why is it I never seem to get any mail on rainy days? And why do the bills arrive on schedule but the cheques are invariably late. And how could the postal system destroy two manuscripts and lose a contract from a publisher three times? Am I a target?
Why do socks go missing and where do they end up? Is there a sock graveyard or are all those socks rallying somewhere until their numbers are such that they can sock it to all the smelly feet of the world?
Why do parents ask their children if they want to be punished?
Why is money allergic to me?
Why does it feel so good to sneeze? My husband always has multiple sneezes -- sometimes as many as eight! I am so jealous. I hardly ever get multiple sneezes.
I could go on and on. I may never find the answers, but the wondering is good for the brain, and every now and then it leads to some pretty cool story ideas.