I wonder who dropped all those toothpicks on the bike path. Coming or going? Accidental slip or careless littering? Living in Northampton, I choose the latter.

I wonder how moths, the size of insect school buses, manage to find their way into our house. The holes in the screen are so small and yet, there they are, attempting to blend in with the white of the wall. These poor creatures are naturally overwhelmed by the bright lights and false exits.

I wonder if anyone’s blog is truly worth reading. Twenty years ago people might have said, get off the computer and write a book.

I wonder why a phrase like business casual that is so commonly used has so many different interpretations. Maybe, for some companies, it pertains more to the work ethic than the style of dress.

I wonder if I’m getting fatter now that I’m in a new city. My new acquaintances have no prior knowledge with which to judge my current figure.

I wonder why more people don’t sign up for home energy assessments. Free advice and free lightbulbs? And even if you don’t sign up at least approach my table. I don’t have cooties, you know.

I wonder who invented the cubicle. I don’t think I like that person very much. Thinking outside the box becomes more difficult when you’re sitting in one.

I wonder why I thought going home for visits was considered a weakness. Yes, I do want to spend my Saturday afternoon with my mother and father picking apples in the crisp fall air. And that is what I’m going to do. No reservations necessary.


Riddle of the day: What is sweeter- a call from a friend you haven’t spoken to in months or a bowl of local wild blueberry ice cream to complete your evening after a cup of tea?

The answer: Both. Friendship and frosty desserts are a power couple which can’t be beat.

Farm view during my afternoon jog

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