Things that Amuse me, Amaze me, and Confuse me

When I worked at Edgewood Flower Farm, old, old (98 year old) Mr. O’Ravez used to come out to the barn on occasion and say “I have a mystery.” Usually his mysteries were about cars that stayed in the parking lot all night or about how the left tire of his Park Avenue kept losing air (it lost more air every time he checked the air pressure), or about where his cane disappeared to and mysteries like that. Well, this week I have a mystery. My mystery is “How did Doug’s 1975 Red and White Torino win a trophy at the car show?” Yes, this is my mystery. It amazes me, amuses, and yet confuses me, too. His car (you know the one that not only I have complained incessantly about but the neighbors have as well) won the “Best Work in Progress” trophy. When Doug proudly brought that trophy home, I naturally assumed everyone at the show got trophies but he said “Nope, they did not”. Then I assumed his car was the only “work in progress” but once again he said “Nope, it was not.” So now I am just left to wonder...hmmm.

Another mystery I have is “Why do people find it necessary to celebrate Christmas in July?” I don’t understand this practice; it just makes no sense to me. But there are radio stations and entire TV stations that flaunt this practice as if it made sense or something. Then when rational people like myself complain (I mean don’t we get enough Christmas music or Christmas movies at Christmas time...which by the way starts way earlier than it used to) those people who think the practice is sane choose to call us “Scrooges”. Well, all I have to say is that I won’t even dignify such nonsense with a bah humbug! Hmph.

Another mystery I have is no mystery at all…it is rather a revelation, especially to me.
I have decided my whole life has been one big fashion faux pas. And, I have the pictures to prove it. And now that Sarah has started scrapbooking…I have the pictures to prove it all arranged and beautifully mounted in scrapbooks.

And my final mystery is “How did driving across the country and back make my tail bone so sore?” Seriously, it must be those uncomfortable seats in my car….I’ve been home for two weeks and I’m still sore.


I’ll blog about that trip on another day……