The why post
I have questions. Lots of them.
Some of those “unexplained issues of the universe.”
I’m sure there are people far smarter than me with very good answers.
But for now, I’m just going to go with a pondering “why?” about the many things I don’t understand.
Why, when The Feline has finished relieving her bowels and carefully covering it up in the litter box, does she then LEAP from the box and do a couple laps around the house?
I mean at full speed, ears down for less wind resistance, ka-thunka thunk around the place?
Is it because after using the box she feels lighter?
Why does my next-door neighbor put his trash out a day early every week? Our trash day is Thursday and every Wednesday morning he drags out all his cans and recycling. He’s lived over there about three years. He’s a retired guy at home all day, so this isn’t planning ahead. He knows trash day is Thursday, we’ve even talked about it!
And yet, Wednesday morning, there are his trashcans.
Not that it is hurting anything, but WHY?
Why is the mailman so cranky everyday? The man never says hi back.
And further, why do I keep trying to say hello when I know he won’t reply in kind?
Why does my landlord insist on landscaping the yard at my place with only a small hatchet and a chain saw?
No tree, plant or other living thing is immune to his blunt blade approach to landscaping.
Should I send him to bonsai tree school?
(Then again, the fights he and his son have, in both Italian and English, make for much laughter in my house. The son also doesn’t understand his dad’s landscaping philosophy.)
Why can’t I purchase hotdogs and hotdog buns in the same quantities?
Why are Trader Joe’s Joe-Joe peppermint cookies so gall durn delicious?
Why can’t people figure out four way stops?
Why do the manhole covers in my town blast back water when it rains?
Why do I love coffee so much when it is so hard on my tummy?
Why can’t I win the lottery?
And finally…(thought not the complete list by a long shot)
Why can’t that [curse word] woman in Texas realize that her email address is NOT my email address. She has an underscore in her email address. Mine does not. All the same letters, but she uses an underscore. Big, huge difference.
WHY WHY WHY after about two year’s time has she not figured this out?
Last week I shut down her kid’s account on Disney.com (needed parental verification to open the account). Poor kid.
Why can’t she figure this out!?! WHY?!?!?!?
Oh, I mean…
So many unanswered questions. So little time.