Mysteries. They seem to crowding around me like flies at a picnic. I'm asking Why? Who? What? even though I know there is no answer.
mys·ter·y [mis-tuh-ree, -tree] –noun
- anything that is kept secret or remains unexplained or unknown: the mysteries of nature.
- any affair, thing, or person that presents features or qualities so obscure as to arouse curiosity or speculation: The masked guest is an absolute mystery to everyone.
- obscure, puzzling, or mysterious quality or character: the mystery of Mona Lisa's smile.
- any truth that is unknowable except by divine revelation.
On the way in to school a few days ago I saw a huge flock of sparrows twittering and feeding on a lawn newly sown with grass seed. this in and of itself isn't mysterious; but the presence of a green and gold budgie in their midst is.
I spent the long weekend at my older brother's place, and we spent a nice afternoon going through old, old photos. Most I'd never seen before as they are from a period during my dad's first marriage. One small package surprised me - my brother said they were Earl's, my maternal grandmother's boyfriend. One mystery is how my brother got them; but the big mystery for me lies in this picture, with no date or inscription.
There are poker mysteries too. Case in point: I've ITMed in three of three blogger games I've played: BritBloggerment, the Monkey and the Mookie. Online poker has been so cold to me lately, I'm in a state of disbelief at the moment.
Another mystery to me is when people who know me, and know that I often fly by the seat of my pants, am math challenged and have the attention span of a small gnat are genuinely surprised when I exhibit all of those qualities at a low-cost poker game amongst friends.
And yet another: why do I keep getting all these lovely notes from people encouraging me to register on pokerweblogs.com when I am apparently already in their database? And how did I get in their database exactly?
The mind boggles.