How Did I Get Here, And Where Is The Next Turn?

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Brought up May 20, 2012

Whys… Or, Hum, Another Empty Brain Day...

I’ve decided to start a little series. It will be a great way for me to deal with those days when I got nuthin, and maybe get a little feed back, info, or just huh? From ya’ll.

The main reason I am doing this is simple. Why is sort of my motto. I have asked why all my life. Drove my mom nuts, I’m sure. There came a time when I had to stifle the whys. It was better to keep my head low, not draw attention, and the whys certainly was a way of drawing attention.

I must have been very good at burying the whys. There came a day when I stopped asking, even myself, why. The funny thing about most things buried… they can sometimes come to the surface when least expected, and in odd ways.

I believe my kids absorbed my whys inutero (yes, I know it's misspelled, but unfortunately all my resources are being stubborn and refuse to give the correct one). Both had the word why in their earliest vocabularies. I guess all kids do, though many like myself have is stymied. Mine didn’t. I never wanted them to EVER think their questions were dumb, or irrelevant. I encouraged those whys, and when ever possible answered them, or we would look them up when they were older.

Now, my whys are digging their way up out of the depths of my brain, raging, at times, to be answered. I have spent the past year asking why. Some answers, unfortunately, aren’t obtainable. The bearers no longer walk the mortal plane of existence as we know it. The rest, well, I am growing to like Google quite a bit (thanks, Punk!) but sometimes it leads me off into tangents that are no where near what I happen to be posing. So, my darling readers, I turn to you with my whys. Sometimes, I may just be letting my feeble brain wander through that wilderness to hunt down those pesky varmints on my own. Sometimes, I may be truly in search of information. Either way, comments are most welcome. Even if it is to ask my address to give to the men with the butterfly nets.

Now, it is time to get ready for church, badger the young’uns to maybe go with, and get this glorious day started. As I have already walked, showered, and dressed, the next hour will be spent trying to decide how best to keep the war paint, I mean makeup from melting, or what to actually fiddle with at all. Love Ya…

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Connie » 6 years ago

Its will melt off your face till next Fall