What Makes You Curious?
We're all curious about something, aren't we? I wonder what's in that package. I wonder why that person is so unfriendly. For some of us, it's the lure of astronomy, the enticement of a subject or a language we don't know . For others, it's Real Housewives of New Jersey or American Idol. What will hapen? Who will say what? If you could be allowed a list of ten things that you would be given knowledge of right now, what would they be?
1) censored
2) What is the fuss about Twilight?
3) How do those polygamous marriages, a la Big Love on HBO, really work?
4) Is the orchard down the street from me making any money?
5) censored
I guess I might as well curtail this at 5, since most of the things I am really curious about can't be mentioned.
These are the kinds of things I think about on my walk, dear reader, my walk which is heartrendingly beautiful right now with all that bright kelly green I love. It's only this way for ten days or so, then the deeper green sets in. The horses up the street seem more curious too. They look at me and don't seem to blink as much. Perhaps I will choose one of them and write his biography.
New Englanders put great care into their gardens and landscapes. Not me, of course, pass the chips. But I do enjoy and appreciate my neighbors' efforts.
What would it be like to go bowling after 25 years? How would I do? Here are friends of mine who were also curious. The girl on the left kicked our collective ass. I'm proud to say I scored a 98, or maybe it was 95. You don't have to keep score either--the computer does it. Geeolllley! When we finished, there was no one left in the bowling alley. That's what you call clearing the joint out.
Sometimes you meet people who have big, you know.
Living the Dream, dear reader, trying to stay on schedule and get lots of housework, writing work, outdoor work done before the Languishing Fugue takes over, as it always does.
A bientot
love,becky
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