Why is it there are so many things to wonder about? Why is it I think of things to wonder about, then don’t remember what it was I was asking about a little later? I’m going to stick to my story, which is my hard drive is so full of so much wisdom that it takes a long time to sort through the data to find that one little file that would answer that question. Or maybe lots of questions.
Why is it I never ever develop an interest that remains a reasonable interest, instead of always turning into an obsession. Come on over, look around my house, look in all those cupboards, closets, hidden crannies, and you will know what it is I’ve been interested in over the years. It becomes obvious that my interests have a shelf life. There are, for instance, all those containers of yarn (decorative containers, at least) stored on the shelves of my bookcases – purchased when knitting was my passion and I went into a buying frenzy when in the yarn aisles of stores. Then there are the small containers and containers and containers of beads, bought when beading was my passion and I went into a buying frenzy when in a bead store – whether in real life or virtually. Now – it is alcohol inks, alcohol ink and india ink markers – all things related – along with the surfaces upon which the inks and markers can be used – Yupo paper, mineral paper, ceramic tiles – the list goes on. Back a bit further, there was digital scrapbooking, spurred on by the gigabytes of photos taken and stored on my computer. That covers only the past few years, folks – no need to dredge up ancient history, right?
Why is it when I am folding newly washed and dried laundry, I feel compelled to sort my multi-colored undergarments so that the colors are separated and the same hues are not worn on successive days. Why, I ask myself, does that even matter?
Why is it I can so long resist starting some projects – something that must be done, but that I don’t want to do – when the reality is it would take so little time to complete, and then I could stop nagging myself about it? I do nag myself a lot. I don’t listen well though, hence, much is undone.
Why is it I’m even asking these questions? Really? Does it matter? Do you care? I’d guess not, but here we are, aren’t we? This post is accompanied by photos of the skies, taken over the past month or perhaps a little more. Something I don’t question, even though I could not explain why the skies present so many different faces. It’s a relief, isn’t it, to have something that doesn’t need to be questioned?
We are on the verge of what might be a historical event – the first presidential debate tonight. Let me rephrase that – the first debate of the presidential candidates. There is no assurance that the debate itself will be presidential. I make no promises that I will watch the entire two hours – my tolerance level may not be high enough.
Why is it we no longer trust?
I end now with the wish that your life is enough, and with a photo that is more peaceful than the world around us.